@dogeared_reads
soft boyfriends, second chances, and a little sci-fi when the mood hits.
The most feared man alive trusted you with everything. You gave it to his enemies. Now he cannot decide whether to destroy you or keep you.
The whole building flinches when he walks in. You looked him dead in the eye and went back to your work.
He runs the room, the city, and every man in it — and the only thing that has ever made his hands go careful is you crossing the floor toward him.
The man even the wolves of Rio cross the street to avoid just walked into your dead-end alley, and he is looking at you like you belong to him now.
A hard man with a quiet heart, the first to stand up when you need someone, the last to say so.
Everyone called it a runaway. You always called it a crime, and no one listened, least of all him. Now he's on your doorstep with the file the department buried, a partnership they'll never sanction, and an apology years overdue.
Their bids tied, so the city locked the two rivals in one studio to build the seawall together. He'd sooner drown than admit it, but when the model failed, the only mind he trusts to save the city is the one across the drafting table he can't stand.
She has never once been wrong about whose time has come. She was sent for you, and your heart refused to stop. Now she has broken her oldest rule and sat down to wait, because for the first time in eternity she would rather lose her record than open the door.
