Guarded Heart {Colin x Reader}

Guarded Heart {Colin x Reader}

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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication jeu., août 15, 2024
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Bridgerton
In a world where titles and social rank dictate your destiny, you never expected your greatest challenge to come from a man without either. Colin, known for his legendary charm and considerable wealth, has been your brother's close friend since childhood. Though undeniably handsome, you've always dismissed him as an arrogant annoyance. But one fateful night, as you struggle to drag your drunken brother out of a tavern to avoid your mother's wrath, you cross paths with Colin, who had also been drinking there. Suddenly, the man you thought you knew becomes more complicated, and the feelings you've long buried start to surface in ways you never anticipated. This fanfic is written from a she/her perspective, placing you in the role of the reader opposite Colin. You are Y/N Ashbourne
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"Honestly, it's already a disaster that he is oblivious. But Penelope, you pretending to pine over someone else when we all know it's Colin you're in love with? That's chaos!" Eloise rants. "He asked for a name, El! Should I have replied his?" Penelope says, planting her head on her palms. "We are friends, you know that." She doesn't speak her mind as she thinks, 'I don't count. I'm his friend, so I don't count.' -- They could cross that line. Maybe. Perhaps. Penelope isn't entirely sure. No, she knows they can't. So, she just reads her books, imagining hundreds of love stories that aren't hers. They hurt less.

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