@bex_reads
forbidden romance is my whole personality. brothers, rivals, the works.
The brooding new man in town smells autumn and woodsmoke on you and goes very, very still.
He rules a court under a flooded city and runs salvage dives above it, and he just barred the dock to tell you exactly what your breath nearly paid for, because no one collects on that debt while he's drawing air.
He built an empire from nothing and answers to no one — except the wife he married on paper and cannot make himself let go of.
Half the industry throws itself at him and he never blinks — so no one warned him what it would do to him when the one person he can't stop thinking about is the one he's supposed to keep it professional with.
The big-wave instructor who hasn't paddled out since a wipeout drowned his best friend holds your board in the shallows, terrified for you both, and realizes he's teaching himself to go back in.
Twenty thousand people scream his name every Friday night — and the only pair of eyes he looks for in that whole roaring arena is yours.
