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Transmasc X Sabrinacarpenter
After a close call with a stalker, Sabrina Carpenter is assigned a private driver. She expects a blank-slate bodyguard type. What she gets is Cassian Rhys Thorne - Rhys to his friends. Towering, broad-shouldered, calm to the core. A well-groomed, retro-laced Englishman with rough hands, a hairy chest, and a voice low enough to shatter her self-control.
He's a trans man - no apologies, no disclaimers. Post-op, healed, solid in himself. He moves with the quiet confidence of someone who's fought to become who he is and refuses to shrink for anyone. He holds her gaze like it's a promise. Calls her "love" in that deep, rumbling voice. Drives like a man who knows what he's protecting.
She tries not to get attached.
But he's always there. Always carrying her to bed when she falls asleep. Always one step ahead with a snack she didn't know she wanted. Always opening the door and helping her out
like it's 1954 and she's his.
It starts slow - a look, a touch, the feel of her fingers on the stubble along his jaw. But once the fire catches, there's no pretending.