MELTING ME SOFTLY

MELTING ME SOFTLY

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Renna Rose Lancaster is the girl people stare at like she belongs in a glass case, a life airbrushed into unattainable perfection. But Renna knows her life is nothing but a golden prison coated in pretty lies that keep her muted and small. Her days are rehearsed into something delicate and careful, her voice cropped into harmless replies that soothe everyone except her own skin. She is tired of being the pretty prop everyone tries to claim. Tired of sculpting her smile into something pretty enough to display. She craves something wild enough to bruise. A tale that scars. Someone ruthless enough to crack her open and let the real Renna bleed out. 🤍🖤🤍🖤🤍🖤🤍🖤 Aadam Alaric Callahan is the boy people look at like he walked straight out of a storm, a warning shaped into a body that keeps the world stepping back. But Aadam knows the storm is only armor forged to bury the wounds tearing at him in the dark. His nights collapse into frantic patterns that scrape at his sanity, his thoughts twisting into brutal corridors he cannot escape alone. He is tired of being the haunted figure everyone judges. Tired of forcing his heartbeat to mimic cold iron while the rest of him crumbles toward collapse. He longs for something fierce enough to drag him back from the brink. A light that stays bright even when the night closes in. Someone who'll stare into the abyss with the real Aadam and refuse to look away. 🤍🖤🤍🖤🤍🖤🤍🖤 She recognizes the ghost of the boy who once held her like she was the only sunrise he could still believe in. He hears echoes of the girl whose reckless laugh once drowned out the screams in his skull. Will they claw through the years of ruin to find that old fire again... or will the same shadows that shattered them finally swallow them whole, leaving nothing but ghosts and graves?
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Zoe Adam was a master at pretending. At eighteen, she'd perfected the art of silence, smiling when expected, nodding at the right moments, keeping her secrets tucked away in her heart. It was safer that way. With three siblings, a chaotic dysfunctional Latin household, and parents who wore kindness like a mask, Zoe learned early that love could sting just as easily as it could soothe. Her mother could call her mi vida in one breath, then leave bruises seen and unseen in the next. Her father? He floated in and out, too wrapped in his own storms to notice the ones he left behind. None knew anything. her sisters who witnessed everything but didn't say anything, had their own shields. Not her brother, who tried to be the hero but never saw what needed saving. Zoe kept everything locked inside her feelings, her loneliness, her hunger, her ache, her need until even she forgot what it felt like to be full. Then came Hayden Reid. Nineteen, half-Italian and Puerto Rican, . He moved to London that summer, taking the flat right next door. To most, he was just the new guy with the sharp jaw, quiet hazel eyes, and that permanent don't-get-too-close look. But to Zoe, he was more than that. He was her brother's best friend. The boy who used to tease her when they were kids visiting Italy. The one who disappeared after his parents split and reappeared years later with more muscle, and a haunted look she couldn't stop staring at. Hayden had his own shadows. His past was littered with broken things promises, people, places he no longer called home. Coming back to London was supposed to be a reset, not a reunion. But fate had other plans for him. Now, he lives just a few steps from Zoe's window. Too close to ignore, too far to touch. And despite the years, the distance, and the damage they see each other in a way no one else does. Two hearts with locked doors. Two people who never meant to collide again.

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