This wasn’t part of the deal…
I’m looking for a writing partner to build a slow-burn, character-driven romance that’s anything but traditional. Here’s a run down, please read the whole thing to make sure we’d be a good match before you reach out.
She wasn’t supposed to need anyone.
At twenty-five, she had her life mapped out in clean lines and late nights: medical textbooks stacked on her kitchen table, color-coded notes, coffee gone cold more often than not. She was the kind of woman people noticed without trying with dark waves of hair always falling just a little out of place, magnetic hazel eyes, and a smile that came easy. Smart. Driven. Untouchable, in a way that made people want to try anyway.
And she was tired.
Not weak, not Sloane, but tired of balancing brilliance with burnout, ambition with reality. Tuition didn’t care how hard she worked. Rent didn’t care how promising her future was.
So when she met him… she said yes.
It was supposed to be simple. A mutually beneficial arrangement involving her time, her presence mixed with his money, his resources. No expectations beyond that. No emotions. No complications.
He made it sound easy when he offered. He made everything sound easy. He was the kind of man who didn’t need to say he was successful, anyone could see it in the way he carried himself, in the quiet confidence, in the way people listened when he spoke. Intelligent in a way that felt sharp, deliberate. Charming without trying. The kind of man who noticed everything and missed nothing. Handsome, of course. Dangerous, maybe. Not in the obvious way. In the kind of way that made you forget your own rules.
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If this sounds like your kind of story, I’m looking for someone who enjoys angst and emotional tension, slow-burn chemistry, and complex characters who fight what they feel until they can’t anymore.
Let’s build something addictive!