At thirty-six, he's a 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.

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

Frank Castle was always just her dad's best friend. But when Valerie witnesses something she should have never seen. She suddenly now knows him better than anyone. ☠︎︎ ☠︎︎ ☠︎︎

Moving into Jon Bernthal's apartment was supposed to make my life easier. He had an empty room. I needed somewhere to live. And after five years of knowing him as one of my father's closest friends, sharing a roof with him hardly seemed like something worth worrying about. Until familiarity begins to feel a little too intimate. Suddenly, the man I've never thought twice about becomes increasingly difficult not to think about at all, and the boundaries that once seemed obvious start becoming dangerously easy to forget. Some boundaries are easy to respect. Until you start wondering what it would feel like to cross them. *** [ +18 | STORY CONTAINS MATURE & EXPLICIT CONTENT! READ AT OWN RISK ] ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @INKEDCHERRY

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

(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.