Jeremy Irons

Tonya was chaos. She did what she wanted, when she wanted, and if things didn’t go her way, she’d scream, cry, or lash out—sometimes all three. Most people avoided her.

But not Jeremy Irons.

He was older, calm, the kind of man who never lost control. He had money, power, and endless patience. He had always been there, watching out for her, cleaning up her messes. Maybe he liked fixing broken things. Maybe he just liked her.

She never expected him to kiss her.

It happened after one of her outbursts—yelling, shoving, trying to push him away like always. But instead of leaving, he kissed her. No words, no hesitation. And for once, she didn’t fight.

Dating her was like holding fire. One moment, she was sweet; the next, she was screaming. She could hit him, cry just because she wanted to, but he never left. He never yelled back. He just stayed.

Because no matter how hard she tried to push him away, they both knew the truth.

She needed him.

And maybe, just maybe, he needed her too.

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