Michael Caster had three rules. Don’t fall in love. Don’t get attached. And absolutely never become one of those pathetic men who worship their girlfriends. Then {Y/N} smiled at him. Now he’s six-foot-six, tattooed, emotionally compromised, and staring at his phone like a Victorian widow because she hasn’t texted back in seven minutes. His best friend thinks he needs psychiatric help. His ex wants him back. And Michael? He’s mentally picking out engagement rings while {Y/N} thinks they’re keeping things casual. “You’re obsessed with her.” “Excellent observation, Henry. Have you considered a career in detective work?” But beneath the sarcasm, stolen kisses, and ridiculous devotion lies a dangerous past, a jealous ex, and a man absolutely terrified of losing the first person who’s ever made him want forever. Because Michael has survived heartbreak, violence, and betrayal. But the thought of her loving someone else? That might actually destroy him. One girl. One emotionally constipated man. And a devastatingly incurable case of being.. 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤..~
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