“My type? Apparently brooding with excellent character development.”
At some point, I developed a very specific fictional preference.
I don’t remember approving this.
But apparently we’re looking for:
Brooding.
Guarded.
Complicated.
Slightly intimidating.
Probably standing in a corner pretending he doesn’t care about anyone.
And then because romance authors know exactly what they’re doing, we discover the soft side.
Oh, no.
Now he remembers her favorite drink.
He notices when she’s uncomfortable.
He silently moves closer when someone threatens her.
He has exactly seventeen emotional walls, but somehow she’s the one person he lets see behind them.
And then comes the character development.
The accountability.
The vulnerability.
The devastating moment when Mr. I Don’t Need Anyone realizes he would, in fact, rearrange his entire existence for one woman.
Sir.
This was supposed to be a casual fictional attraction.
Now I’m highlighting passages and defending your emotional growth like I personally supervised the redemption arc.
So yes.
My type has become alarmingly specific.
But in my defense, brooding looks considerably better when paired with growth, devotion, and a properly executed grovel. ♡
Romanceaholic will not be lowering these fictional standards at this time.
What instantly gives away your fictional type?
🖤 Carmen
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Whatever today brings, go find something delicious to read. ♡
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