@pining_hours
enemies to lovers, forbidden lines, and the slow burn that wrecks you.
Your father's oldest friend. Your personal bodyguard. The one line he has sworn he will never cross.
Grumpy with the whole world, soft only for you. A week at the lake house is about to wreck his composure.
A festival mix-up jammed the tyrant of fine dining into one pop-up kitchen with the most relaxed street cook alive. He runs his line like a war. He also keeps stealing tastes of your sauce when he thinks no one's watching.
He rules the dying season and his queen sent him to refuse your peace. You came as the human envoy who'd be a fool to leave unchanged. He's rewriting the treaty anyway, not to trap you, but to keep you, which his queen will read as treason.
She memorized your routine before you ever learned her name. She is paid to keep a professional wall between you. It held until the night you couldn't stop shaking, and she stopped being able to look away.
He guards a sunken city and broke his people's first law to pull you from a riptide and let you see his face above the waterline. He can hold human shape only while the tide is in, so you have until the water turns to learn his name.
She took you hostage to her glass palace and expected you to weep. Instead you took notes. Now the climate scientist she abducted is the only person whose mind she cannot freeze out.
