"No one ever paused for her. No one ever stayed. But he did. With just one look, he ruined her silence." She was the one who blended in, stayed quiet, lived softly. And maybe that was fine. Maybe she'd made peace with being the background in everyone else's story. Until he looked at her - like she was the only thing worth seeing. Ayan Vedran wasn't meant to change her life. He wasn't even meant to notice her. But somehow, in the middle of unfinished assignments, rooftop sunsets, and glances that last a second too long... Something begins. This isn't a love story that crashes in. It's the kind that waits. The kind that grows in silence. The kind you almost miss- Until he looked.

After an unexpected ceiling collapse sends her apartment into chaos, Madelaine Grayson ends up living with her brother - and dangerously close to his tattooed, way-too-charming roommate. He's off-limits... but resisting him might be impossible. *** When Madelaine Grayson's bathroom ceiling caves in, it's not just drywall that crumbles. It's her entire world. Forced to move in with her brother, she finds herself swept up in the chaos of his new protective attitude - especially when it comes to his tattooed roommate, Noah Laurier. Noah is the epitome of perfection: sweet, hot, and embedded into every thought Madelaine has. But he's forbidden, and the closer she gets, the harder he is to resist. Well... what her brother doesn't know can't hurt him, right? *** "Matt's sister, I presume?" He walks towards the couch and my eyes widen. He's tall. I thought I was tall but this man could tower me, and when he reaches a hand towards me, there's an intricate clock tattooed on the back of his hand and his fingers have bones tattooed over them. This man is not human. He's tall and angular and dripping with sex appeal. This man is hot. Capital H, capital O, capital T. I don't think I've ever seen a human being so attractive. All I can think about as I force myself to keep my eyes on the screen is the feel of his jaw beneath my hand, and it takes everything in me not to look