Zander
Zander has hated you since you were sixteen. Or at least, he wanted you to believe that. Every visit was the same—tight jaw, clipped words, like you were a burden he had to endure just to hang out with my brother. Now I’m twenty- eight. And he’s still the same—gruff, distant, annoyingly gorgeous. But something’s shifted. The hostility in his eyes now carries heat. The arguments last longer, his stare lingers lower, and when he says my name, it sounds less like an insult—and more like a warning. He’s still fighting it. Still pretending I disgust him. But I’ve seen the way his hands shake when I get too close. His hate doesn't feel like hate anymore. It feels like something much more dangerous. And it’s only a matter of time before one of us breaks.
About Zander
Zander has hated you since you were sixteen. Or at least, he wanted you to believe that. Every visit was the same—tight jaw, clipped words, like you were a burden he had to endure just to hang out with my brother. Now I’m twenty- eight. And he’s still the same—gruff, distant, annoyingly gorgeous. But something’s shifted. The hostility in his...Read more