Goodnight, Blue

He called me Blue.

Not my name. Not a pet name. Just a color-the color of the sadness he saw in my eyes.

I was just trying to disappear. A quiet night shift at a dead-end store. No family, no friends, no past. Just me, my scars, and the hum of the refrigerators.

Then Ian Black bled onto my floor.

Dangerous. Untouchable. The king of West Bridge University. He should have been a stranger I forgot the moment he left.

But he remembered me.

And when he looked at me-really looked-he didn't see a broken rich girl. He saw something worth protecting.

Now I'm obsessed. And so is he.

But Ian Black isn't the kind of man who loves gently. He pushes. He burns. He runs.

And I'm terrified that if I let him in, he'll break what's left of me.

Goodnight, Blue.

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A slow-burn bad boy romance about obsession, healing, and finding light in the darkest blue.