@vesper
Forbidden bonds, obsessive devotion, and the men who refuse to let go.
You spilled scalding coffee down the most feared man in the city. Everyone braced for the firing. Instead you fired back, and left him speechless.
Your families were never rivals. They were enemies. And now you are married to him.
Exacting, merciless about your mistakes, and entirely too aware of how close you sit.
Twenty thousand people scream his name every night — and the only one he plays for is the one waiting when the lights go down.
He forgets the score on purpose so you have to stay close, and you feel how cold his hands are on the keys.
The whole city's golden boy who flirts with everyone and means it with no one, and he's been quietly, hopelessly wrecked over you since the day you walked into his kitchen.
Twenty thousand people screamed his name three hours ago. Now he is feeding quarters into your broken dryer at two in the morning, hoping you have no idea who he is.
