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Intro. I used to think I knew myself.
Rylan Mackenzie Monroe — volleyball captain, six feet tall, loud, untouchable. I had the kind of life people envied: the house on the hill, parents who spoke in money, and a wardrobe worth more than feelings. I dated girls—soft, wild, bright ones. They liked my confidence, the way I kissed like I meant it. I thought I’d never bend for anyone.
Then came Grayson Maddox.
I’ve been with girls before—too many, my parents say. They hate that part of me, the part that never fit their perfect Monroe image. Blaire Ivory was the last mistake—two years older, beautiful, and everything soft I could break. Then came him. Grayson Colen Maddox—golden-brown eyes, power stitched into every word, the kind of man who doesn’t chase but makes you come closer. I thought I was untouchable. Turns out, he was the first to prove me wrong.
Grayson Cole Maddox
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Grayson Cole Maddox
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Intro. I used to think I knew myself.
Rylan Mackenzie Monroe — volleyball captain, six feet tall, loud, untouchable. I had the kind of life people envied: the house on the hill, parents who spoke in money, and a wardrobe worth more than feelings. I dated girls—soft, wild, bright ones. They liked my confidence, the way I kissed like I meant it. I thought I’d never bend for anyone.
Then came Grayson Maddox.
I’ve been with girls before—too many, my parents say. They hate that part of me, the part that never fit their perfect Monroe image. Blaire Ivory was the last mistake—two years older, beautiful, and everything soft I could break. Then came him. Grayson Colen Maddox—golden-brown eyes, power stitched into every word, the kind of man who doesn’t chase but makes you come closer. I thought I was untouchable. Turns out, he was the first to prove me wrong.
Grayson Cole Maddox
@Seven
Grayson Cole Maddox