Sloane was supposed to be off limits. Frank was the extra seat around the dinner table, the guy who was now part of the furniture. Her dad's best friend. After being stood up on a date, Sloane finds herself blurring lines between her and Frank that she once respected. One drink becomes a conversation. A conversation becomes a look neither of them can ignore. Frank knows how wrong it is. Sloane knows she should walk away. But sometimes the things you shouldn't have, are the things you want the most. It's wrong. Complicated. And somehow, it feels so right. TW: lots of tension and angst, heavy on the smut! swearing, alcohol, violence, cheating mentioned, age gap, sexual activity

You never expected that working at a small bakery would somehow bring you into a weird old man's life. He's intimidating, and you're not sure if you should trust him. After accidentally seeing something you weren't supposed to, you find yourself caught in a situation far more dangerous than you ever imagined. Frank knows he can't just leave you alone, so for a while, you have no choice but to stay with him. What starts with awkward conversations, arguments and shared silence slowly turns into something neither of you expected. ❗️GUYS ENGLISH ISN'T MY FIRST LANGUAGE, I'M SORRY FOR THE GRAMMATICAL MISTAKES❗️ This is a 𝘀𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗻 story. I'll try to post 1-2 chapters every day! Don't forget to vote if you enjoy the story! ❤️ If you don't like it, that's totally fine you can simply leave. No need for mean comments. I hope you enjoy the story! <3

There was something about the town of Ganford that made people stay. Maybe it was the burnt orange skies of the desert, or the state route that stretched across it. Everybody knew everybody. Everybody had their secrets. Lily Campbell spent 22 years of her life learning them. Ganford made people predictable. Except for one man. Foster Harrigan came and went with the seasons. The Campbells have been family friends with Foster longer than Lily could remember. After years of silence surrounding the mysteries of the town, Lily digs deeper, only to continuously run into the man who secretly ran Ganford.

Allie has lived next door to Jon for as long as she can remember. He's always been just... there, the quiet house beyond the fence line, the man who keeps to himself, the one who never quite joins the rest of the world. Now she's freshly twenty-one, and everything feels different. He's thirty-five, a retired actor who left Hollywood behind for a quieter life, and he still doesn't belong to anyone, or at least that's what he seems to want people to believe. But distance has a way of changing shape when you've spent years growing up just out of reach of someone.

She never expected her one-night stand to be sitting at her father's Sunday dinner table the very next day. Jon is imagined as Jon Bernthal

When she comes home for summer, the one man who makes her feel safe is the one she can never have-her father's best friend, Frank Castle. Older, scarred, and fiercely protective, Frank tries to keep his distance. But in the hazy heat of long summers and stolen moments, forbidden desire begins to unravel them both. A slow-burn age-gap romance thick with tension, tenderness, and dangerous temptation. TW: heavy smutt, swearing, alcohol, cheating mentioned, age gaps, sex, slight violence.

(This is not a fanfic) There are secrets that burn more than fire. For me the secret has a first and last name, not to mention he shares drinks with my father in the living room. And obsessive attraction consumed in secret, where every touch is a betrayal and every confession is made in whispers.

At thirty-six, he's a scarred, lethal ghost who views her strictly as an assignment. At twenty-one, she's a reckless scientist who refuses to be told when to breathe. He's supposed to keep her safe and keep his distance. Instead, she's ruining his detachment, and he's realizing some lines are meant to be broken.