Possessive morally grey MMC
Secret identity
Age gap
Enemies-to-lovers
Dark romance
They call him the enforcer.
The one the team unleashes when control matters more than mercy. I noticed him the second I set foot on campus. That one. Never that one.
I should have listened.
I didn't come to Wrighton to admire the golden boys. I came to drag their secrets into the light for what they did to my brother. I forged a new name, a new past and slipped inside their world.
Except Noah Matthews saw through it all.
He knows exactly who I am. What I'm hunting. One word from him would cost me everything. And he knows it.
He should have turned me in.
That he hasn't is so much worse.
He just watches. Crowds me against walls, wraps a hand around my throat and tells me exactly how far I'm allowed to go. I tell myself I'm afraid of him. My body keeps calling me a liar.
Because every time those dark eyes drop to my mouth, I forget he's the enemy and start wondering how it would feel when he stops holding back.
Some men are built to protect the line.
Noah was built to destroy anyone who crosses it. And I just crossed it