He’s in love, he’s in leather, and he’s probably having a panic attack about it.
This is your classic “bad boy tries to maintain emotional distance but accidentally gets winded by feelings” situation. The ML is all chain necklaces and brooding glances, until one soft moment with the FL sends him into full-blown respiratory distress. Kisses? He needs a moment. Hand touches? He needs oxygen. Watching him malfunction is half the appeal.Our FL starts off sweet and a little passive, but midway through she orders a spine upgrade and tries her hand at setting boundaries. Does it stick? Not really. But she says the things we wish more FLs would say, and we count that as growth in vertical drama land.
The plot is a chaotic buffet of flash marriages, mystery trauma, and deeply questionable decision-making. But the pacing’s fine, the chemistry crackles, and the wardrobe department clearly understood their assignment: sleeves are banned, drama is mandatory.
If you love a bad boy whose nervous system short-circuits when he experiences emotions, this one's for you. Just... don’t expect a healthy relationship. Or a real apology. Or, you know, breathable boundaries.
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