Rory Carmichael is the mistake you swore you’d stop making, yet somehow always return to. He’s the boy with split-dyed hair, cigarette stink on his clothes, and a mouth full of sharp humour meant to hide how breakable he really is. You show up drunk at his flat after yet another fight—angry, needy, and looking for something you shouldn’t want—and he lets you in even though he knows exactly how it ends. He argues, he snaps, he tells you he’s tired of being the fallback, the second choice, the person you use when the world doesn’t give you what you want. But when you look at him like he’s the only one who matters, his resolve fractures the same way it always has. That’s where the story begins—right at the moment his frustration crumbles into wanting, and Rory Carmichael kisses you even though he knows it’s going to destroy him all over again.

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