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TANGLED:,Crazy For You

TANGLED:,Crazy For You

Romance
last updateLast Updated : 2026-05-08
By:  Valerie RayUpdated just now
Language: English
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Synopsis

Dark Romance

Steamy

First-Person POV

Badboy

Teenager

Possessive

Twisted

Forbidden Love

Campus

Twenty-one-year-old Hazel has always lived in a safe, comfortable bubble, meticulously guarded by her fiercely protective older brother. Her life is predictable, quiet, and perfectly ordinary. Until he steps into it. Silas is twenty-four, dangerously captivating, and her brother’s best friend. He brings with him an aura of dark secrets, ink-stained skin, and a predatory gaze that strips away all her carefully built defenses. He is everything she has been taught to avoid, yet living under the same roof makes him impossible to escape. What starts as a temporary living arrangement quickly spirals into a suffocating web of stolen glances, unspoken desires, and a dangerous obsession. Silas isn't just looking for a place to crash; he's looking at her. And once he pins her in his sights, the thorns of their forbidden attraction will bind them together in ways that could destroy them both. In a house where walls have ears and her brother is always watching, giving in to the madness is a risk. But Silas is a temptation she might not survive.

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A slow burn dangerous ...️
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2026-03-24 04:13:20
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40 Chapters
Chapter one
The afternoon sun bled through the gaps in the blinds, casting long, golden stripes across the hardwood floor of my bedroom. It was that specific, heavy kind of heat that settled over the house around three o'clock, the kind that made the air feel thick and time move like molasses. I groaned, burying my face deeper into the cool side of my pillow, trying to cling to the fading edges of a dream I couldn't quite remember. My mouth tasted like stale cotton, and my stomach gave a hollow, demanding rumble. Surrendering to the inevitable, I pushed the tangled mess of my thick red hair out of my face and sat up. I was twenty-one years old, but in the hazy aftermath of a two-hour nap, I felt entirely uncoordinated. I glanced down at my attire—a pair of faded, ridiculously short denim cut-offs and one of my brother’s old, oversized navy blue polo shirts that swallowed my frame and hung halfway down my thighs. It wasn't exactly runway material, but in the sanctuary of my own home, comfort rei
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Chapter two
Silence had always been my sanctuary, but in this house, it felt like a loaded gun waiting to go off. I stood in the center of the sunlit kitchen, a glass of ice water in my hand, letting the condensation drip down my knuckles. The quiet hum of the refrigerator was the only sound anchoring me to the present. I traced the edge of the marble countertop with my thumb, the dark ink of the snake tattoo coiling up my forearm flexing with the subtle movement. It was a permanent reminder of the life I had just dragged myself out of, and the shadows I was trying to keep at bay. Moving in with Leo wasn’t part of the grand plan. At twenty-four, I had my own life, my own apartment across the city, and a business that operated strictly in the gray areas of the law. But when the heat from a rival faction got too close for comfort, Leo—my best friend, my brother in every way that mattered—had offered me a safe haven. He didn’t ask questions. He never did. We had grown up together in the gritty und
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Chapter three
The morning light filtered through the sheer curtains of Hazel’s bedroom, casting soft, honeyed streaks across the hardwood floor. Usually, Hazel loved the quietude of the early hours, but today, the air in the house felt different—charged with a static electricity that made the fine hairs on her arms stand up. Silas was here. He was just down the hall, and the mere thought of him being a permanent fixture in their home sent a flutter of panicked excitement through her chest.She stood before her full-length mirror, smoothing the fabric of her cream knit top. It was a soft, form-fitting piece that hugged her curves in a way that felt both modest and dangerously feminine. She paired it with high-waisted caramel trousers that elongated her legs, cinching at her waist to emphasize her delicate frame. She brushed her vibrant red hair until it shone like polished mahogany, letting the waves cascade down her back. She wanted to look put-together—professional for her university classes—but a
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Chapter four
The gymnasium still smelled like rubber and stale sweat when Coach Hendricks finally blew her whistle and released us from what I could only describe as a forty-five-minute experiment in human suffering.I peeled myself off the hardwood floor — we'd ended the session with a set of suicides that left my calves screaming in protest — and hobbled toward the bleachers where I'd left my water bottle. My ponytail had come half-undone somewhere around the third sprint, and there was a very attractive streak of floor grime across my left knee. Excellent. Truly excellent start to a Thursday.I changed out of my gym clothes in record time, stuffed everything into my bag with the kind of careless efficiency that only comes from being too exhausted to care, and checked my inhaler. Still there, right in the front pocket where I always kept it. I'd had mild asthma since I was nine — nothing dramatic, usually, as long as I managed my triggers. Dust. Cold air. Too much exertion without warming down p
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Chapter five
Silas PovThe school had been lively but all I could think about the entire ride back was how every single one of those boys had looked at her.I'd sat beside Hazel in the back seat while Leo drove, close enough that her shoulder pressed into my arm every time the car drifted over a lane marker, close enough to catch the faint sweetness of whatever she'd put in her hair that morning. Something floral. Soft. The kind of scent that had no business living this close to a man like me, and yet there it was, threading into my lungs like it had always belonged there.I hadn't said much. I rarely do. But I'd watched.I watched the way she fussed with the hem of her skirt at each red light, tugging it lower with two fingers, completely unaware that the gesture only drew more attention to her legs. I watched Leo glance in the rearview and say something about her curfew, and the way she rolled her eyes like she was still twelve years old in her brother's mind—which, to be fair, she probably was
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Chapter six
Hazel Pov The drive home was the longest seven minutes of my life.Silas didn't say a word. Neither did I. The silence between us wasn't the comfortable kind — the kind you settle into like a warm blanket on a cold night. This was the other kind. The kind that presses against your ribs and makes it hard to breathe. The kind with teeth.I kept my face turned toward the passenger window, watching the streetlights blur past in long, orange smears. My reflection stared back at me from the dark glass — pale, hollow-eyed, a ghost version of myself. I looked away from her.The hospital bracelet was still on my wrist. I'd been picking at the plastic edge since we left the parking lot, working at it like a loose thread, but it wouldn't come off without scissors. Every time my eyes caught the sight of it, my stomach lurched. Physical evidence. A paper trail of everything I was trying to bury.Silas's hands were steady on the wheel. That was the thing about him that always undid me — his steadi
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Chapter seven
The door clicked shut behind me, and I pressed my back flat against it like I could physically hold the rest of the world out. Like if I pushed hard enough, the wood would meld to my spine and seal me in here forever — away from the hallway, away from the stairs, away from him.My legs gave before I made the conscious decision to sit.I slid down slowly, the door rough against my shoulder blades, until I hit the floor. The carpet was soft under my palms. I stared at nothing — at the pale stretch of my bedroom wall, at the fairy lights I'd strung along the window frame freshman year that I'd never bothered to take down. They weren't on. The room was the dim, grainy gray of late afternoon, and I sat in it like something washed up and forgotten.He knows.The thought had been circling since the moment Silas's eyes found mine on the staircase. It hadn't left. It settled into the base of my skull and throbbed there, quiet and insistent, the way a bruise does when you stop moving long enoug
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Chapter eight
The alarm. It wasn’t even ringing, but the phantom, shrill echo of it detonated in Hazel’s skull, pulling her from the depths of a heavy, dreamless sleep. Consciousness didn’t return gently; it slammed into her like a physical blow. The alarm, the alarm, I missed the alarm.Before her eyes had even fully opened to process the light in the room, her body was already reacting to the spike of pure, unadulterated adrenaline. She bolted upright, her heart hammering a frantic, bruising rhythm against her ribs. Her legs kicked out, instantly becoming hopelessly tangled in the thick cotton sheets. She fought the bedding like a trapped animal, a breathless gasp tearing from her throat as she blindly reached out, her knuckles knocking against the wooden nightstand.“No, no, no—” she chanted, her voice thick and raspy with sleep. Her fingers, clumsy and trembling, finally closed around the cool metal casing of her phone. She yanked it toward her face, squinting against the sudden, blinding glare
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Chapter nine
Hazel The food had entirely lost its appeal. The fluffy scrambled eggs now looked like yellow rubber, and the toast felt like ash in her mouth. Hazel sat on the edge of the couch for another five minutes, aggressively wiping the sticky orange juice from her thigh with a napkin, her skin flushed and overly sensitive where the cold liquid had hit.She could hear him in the kitchen. The clink of a glass. The rush of the tap. The sound of him swallowing. It was infuriating how hyper-aware she was of his every movement. Silas had only been living with them for a short time, but his presence had fundamentally altered the gravity of the house. He wasn't just her brother's best friend; he was an invasive force, a dark storm cloud that had settled permanently over her previously quiet life.Gathering her ruined breakfast, she carried her empty plate and the half-full glass back to the kitchen. She set them in the stainless steel sink with a sharper clatter than necessary. The kitchen was empt
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Chapter ten
The scrape of bare feet against the hardwood floor was the only warning she got.Hazel heard him push off the kitchen island. His footsteps were quiet, unhurried, deliberate. Each step sounded like a countdown in her ears. Three. Two. One.He stopped directly behind her.He was so close that the ambient temperature of the air around her spiked. He didn't touch her—he rarely ever initiated actual physical contact, preferring to torment her with proximity—but he was close enough that she could feel the solid, immovable wall of his chest radiating heat against her back. The thin cotton of her oversized sleep shirt offered absolutely no barrier against the sheer force of his presence.Hazel froze. Her hands stopped moving in the soapy water. Her breath hitched, catching painfully in her throat. The sink, the window, the bright Saturday morning outside—it all tunneled away, leaving only the overwhelming, sensory overload of the man standing behind her.“Excuse me.”His voice came from just
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