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Tiffany Brown never meant to get tangled in the world everyone warned her about.
She was supposed to stay on the edges - close enough to see it, far enough not to feel it.
But everything changes the night her best friend, Rue Bennett, drags her along to Fezco's place.
That's where Tiffany meets him.
Ashtray.
Silent. Sharp. Watching her like she's a problem he hasn't decided how to solve yet.
He doesn't trust her.
He doesn't trust anyone new.
And Tiffany? She's too calm, too observant, too good at reading people - especially him.
It annoys him.
It intrigues him.
It scares him more than he'll ever admit.
Rue keeps bringing Tiffany around, insisting she's "chill" and "not like the others."
Ashtray disagrees... until he starts noticing the things Tiffany tries to hide - the way she protects Rue without asking for anything back, the way she never flinches around him, the way she sees right through the walls he built long before she showed up.
Their connection isn't fast.
It isn't easy.
It's slow, tense, and inevitable - the kind of pull that builds in silence, in glances, in moments neither of them talk about.
Tiffany wasn't looking for trouble.
Ashtray wasn't looking for softness.
But in a world full of danger, secrets, and people who disappear without warning...
they might be the only thing that feels real.