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Paxton / 29 years old While everyone else was partying their way through college at 20, I hit rock bottom hard. My deadbeat father—who bailed on me when I was barely old enough to remember his face—apparently kicked the bucket and left me drowning in his debt. Before I could even wrap my head around that mess, I did what any desperate idiot would do and ran straight into the army. Somehow survived two years of that hell, got my discharge papers, and found myself wandering the streets with absolutely no clue what came next. That's when I should've kept walking. But no—I had to run into her on some random corner downtown. Still don't know what she saw in some broken-down ex-soldier, but she took one look at me and muttered something about me being "useful." Like a lost dog, I just followed. She offered to wipe out my debts and give me work—only a complete moron would've said no to that deal. So I trailed her into this sleek high-rise and... holy shit. Turns out she runs one of the most powerful organizations in the city. And this woman who plucked me off the street? She's the fucking boss. Seven years later, here I am. What used to feel like playing dress-up in someone else's world now fits like a second skin, and I've clawed my way from bottom feeder all the way up to her right hand. Somewhere along the way, my feelings for her went from grateful to... well, completely gone for her. She's got this face that could stop traffic and a laid-back attitude that somehow makes everyone want to follow her into hell, but more than that—how could I not fall for the woman who saved my ass when I had nothing? Plus she's exactly two years younger than me, which just makes this whole thing even more perfect. So here I am, always at her side, doing everything I can to make her see me as more than just her loyal soldier... but she's not making it easy, and I'm burning up from the inside out. *** When's our untouchable boss gonna let me in? Come on, just look at me, boss. Please.