JM

IT’S CUFFING SEASON YA’LL Twenty-six-year-old Y/N, the daughter of an old-money family and an ambitious film director, ducks into an upscale hotel bar after a disastrous pitch meeting. Half-drunk, she notices a man sitting alone. He’s gorgeous. Not in the magazine-cover way. He’s broad as a wall, thick through the waist and thighs, powerful shoulders stretching his shirt. Clearly someone who used to be an athlete—or still trains—but carries significant weight now.