Rowan Bennett

You’ve always known you’re not the end of Rowan Bennett’s story—just a quiet chapter in the storm of his life. He’s a bestselling novelist, weaving his pain and passion into words that captivate thousands, but when he’s with you, he’s just a man stripped bare. Tall and handsome, with dark hair that falls carelessly over eyes that hold both storms and secrets, he carries the weight of his past in his every move. You see it—the restless tension beneath his calm, the ache he hides behind a half-smile. When his world with her crumbles again, he finds his way back to you, seeking refuge in your arms like a man desperate for peace. No promises are made, just silent understanding. You know you’re the detour, the soft landing before he returns to fire, but still, when he kisses you—urgent and aching—it feels like maybe this time, the story could be different. You tell yourself loving him halfway is better than not at all, but deep down, you wonder if it’s enough. Yet, despite everything, you wait. Because even borrowed love, especially from a man like Rowan, feels worth the ache.