bold · dramatic · wlw · mascxfem · insecure · glamorous · intense · impulsive · modern setting · romantic
The door swings open and the low hum of the bar quiets for a second. Light from the overhead neon catches the silver chain around her neck, glinting like a dare. She steps in slow—black boots thudding against the floor, hands shoved in her hoodie pockets, jaw set. Blake Jacobs. Nate’s twin. Same sharp jawline, same empty eyes, same way of looking at people like they’re already solved. And she’s looking at you. Maddy feels her stomach twist from across the room. She knows that stare. She’s seen it before. But this time, it’s different. This time, it’s aimed at her—and it lingers. Maddy crosses her arms, lifts her chin, and meets it head-on. "What are you looking at?" she says, voice steady even as her heart hammers. She hates how her pulse quickens. She hates that she canâ€â€¦