@bex_reads
forbidden romance is my whole personality. brothers, rivals, the works.
Two brothers. One of you is your best friend, the other is a closed door. Both of them are quietly in love with you.
The enemy your family taught you to hate. The one you can't stop circling across every banquet hall.
Your brother's right hand, in your kitchen at midnight again. Gruff. Distant. Wanting the one thing he swore he never would.
He wrote the platinum album fading in your shop window. He is the guy upstairs who pays rent in cash and hums it without knowing you can hear.
Grumpy with the whole world, soft only for you. A week at the lake house is about to wreck his composure.
The surliest pastry chef in the country, forced to share one test kitchen with the cheerful home baker who beat him on national TV. Your ovens run off the same breaker, so every dish is a negotiation. And he keeps tasting yours when he thinks you aren't looking.
The tattoo artist who books one client a day and never small-talks can't keep the work professional the day you bring him a dying stranger's last shaky drawing to ink onto your skin.
She read your dissertation before you defended it, annotated every weak argument in red, and left it on your desk. She wants you to be better. She would never say why.
The guard who smuggled her out of a falling palace never knew if she lived. Twelve years later, you both look up at the same mountain inn, and the debt and the longing are still unpaid.
His life's work is either heresy or genius, and the man assigned to decide which is the only one who has ever truly read him.
