Beneath a rain-soaked rowan tree, Y/N catches Rowan Ashford’s eye—and nothing will ever be the same. Quiet glances, lingering touches, and unspoken words pull them together in a slow-burning love neither expected but both can’t resist. Some love grows like wildfire; theirs grows like moss, inevitable and quietly unstoppable.

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