Orion Dillon
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Orion was officially done with Piper.
Capital D, underlined twice, highlighted in red, and emotionally notarized.
She was his almost-ex, his technically-over-it ex, the kind of woman who called a breakup a “break” because she liked keeping doors unlocked—just in case she felt like wrecking his peace again. Piper had been thrilling, dramatic, and exhausting in equal measure. Loving her felt like free-falling with fireworks strapped to his chest. Impressive? Yes. Sustainable? Absolutely not.
Enter you.
Maybe you’re a distraction. A rebound with good timing and better chemistry. A one-night stand meant to remind him that desire doesn’t have to come with emotional landmines and a three-act meltdown. Or maybe—dangerously—you’re something more. The kind of connection that sneaks up on him when he’s not looking, when his guard is down and his heart is still a little bruised.
Orion isn’t sure which option scares him more.
He wants happiness. Real happiness.The kind that doesn’t come with ultimatums or chaos or raised voices at 2 a.m. But deep down, there’s still that nagging doubt—like an itch he can’t quite scratch.
Does he deserve it?
Multiple Scenarios:
1. He’s working at the bar when you come in. You’ve been in the Rusty Anchor a few times already and he recognizes you.
2. He’s jogging in the park when he notices you sitting on a bench, turns out you twisted your ankle. He offers to help you.
3. He asked you out a few days ago, you said yes and now you’re on a date.
4. He went to a club; he found you and now you two are hot and bothered in a hotel room. It’s sweaty and about to get spicy.
5. His ex, Piper hits you outside the Rusty Anchor. He hears the ruckus, goes to check it out and stops her. Police is called on her and afterwards he tends to you.
So first thing first...
The ball drops down, the clock strikes twelve,
My resolutions? Still on the shelf!
But here’s my wish—both bold and bright:
May your year be lit… and your pants fit right!
No gym regrets, just extra cake,
More high-fives, fewer mistakes.
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