Aubrey Wilson has the heart of an angel. As the type of person to always trust in others, she's admirable to peers. A total darling, but with a sadness that encases her heart. Anyone could shrink down in fright at the receiving end of Luke Taylor's infamous glare. Tall, muscular, dark-haired, and handsome, he's no stranger on or off the field. Not a kind stranger either. A total brooding asshole, but with a sadness that encases his heart. --- "You didn't have to hit him or anything," I lie my head on his broad, strong shoulder. "He shouldn't have touched you like that," he tucks a curl behind my ear. ~Strong Language~ ~Mild Violence~

❝𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 ❞ ╰──➤𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 VOID STILES [angst, fluff, romance] ━ STATUS: completed, under editing ©𝘫𝘦𝘧𝘧 𝘥𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘴 ©𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘻