Let’s get one thing straight: I am absolutely weak for a reformed bad boy. The brooding loner? The dangerous flirt with the soft side he only shows her? Please. I’ll take twenty.
There’s just something about these bad boys who live by their own rules but would literally move mountains for her that has me turning pages at lightning speed. Sure, he might have a dark past or a reputation, but when he finally lets his guard down and shows that heart of gold?
Ugh. I am a goner.
And listen, I get that it’s a trope. People can roll their eyes all they want, but reformed bad boys are my kryptonite, and I will shamelessly devour every single one. It’s called dedication. Some people have hobbies; I have fictional bad boys with redemption arcs.
