博客來He was never supposed to save me. But he did. And now he’s the one paying the price.
Zane Rivera was a bad idea with a pulse. Bloody knuckles, a broken past, and a stare that burns hotter than sin.
I should’ve stayed away.
But when the world turned its back on me, he opened his door, and I fell straight into him.
Living under his roof was meant to be temporary.
Until late nights turned into stolen glances, and one touch made it impossible to breathe.
He warned me he was trouble.
I didn’t listen.
Turns out, love doesn’t fix broken people.
It wrecks them.
