"I don't know what you're doing to me, but I don't think I mind it."
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Rennon Wolhoff has never been afraid of a challenge-especially not when it comes wrapped in immaculate suits, sharp intellect, and a reputation for being impossible to impress. Becoming the new teaching assistant in Dr. Cara Morrison's department is supposed to be a career move. A stepping stone. Nothing more.
But nothing about Cara is simple.
Cold, brilliant, and devastatingly self-contained, Cara Morrison guards her world like a fortress. To everyone else, she's distant. Intimidating. Unreachable.
To Rennon... she's magnetic.
Rennon isn't looking for trouble. She's trying to settle into grad school, balance her off-campus dance instructor job, and maybe-not that she'd admit it-let herself fall for someone sweet and steady for once. Someone like Paloma, the warm, quick-laughing PhD student who sees her instantly.
But every time Rennon begins to move forward, Cara's walls crack-just enough to pull her closer. A quiet defense of Rennon in a faculty meeting. A stare that lingers too long. A touch that shouldn't mean anything... but does.
And Cara can pretend it's nothing, pretend the relationship she's still trapped in is fine, pretend Rennon doesn't unsettle her entire life-but the truth is obvious to everyone except them:
They orbit each other.
They undo each other.
And when jealousy, desire, and old wounds collide, neither of them will be able to pretend anymore.
A grumpy-sunshine, slow-burn sapphic romance steeped in tension, longing, and the danger of wanting the one person you're not supposed to touch.
Some connections don't follow rules.
Some break them.
"Treat my wound" he said, laying down on the cold floor of the maid's room in his mansion.
"B...but it's too deep. I can't... you need to go to the hospital, sir" the maid replied, her lips trembling, tears pooling in her eyes.
"Do it" he said calmly, no trace of pain on his face as he turned his back toward her, his skin carved with wounds.
With shaking hands, she stepped closer, the first-aid kit clutched tightly. Tears slid down her cheeks as she began treating him.
He lay there on the floor, careless of dignity, of blood, of the world, his eyes fixed on her. And in them lived something forbidden... something powerful enough to destroy everything.
He asked her to treat his wounds. But what he truly wanted... was for her to heal him.
And she...she was forbidden to even think of him. Forget healing him.
What will happen when a sinister mafia becomes obsessed with his maid? Will a soft, pure-hearted girl fall in love with the man the world fears to even look at?
Read the story to find out what destiny has planned for them.