JACE MYERS | YOUR BROTHER'S BEST FRIEND

❝ Time taught him patience, but not how to unlove you. ❞

FEMPOV .𖥔 ݁ ˖ OFFICE SETTING 𖥔 ݁ ˖ WORKER X BOSS .𖥔 ݁ ˖ USER X BROTHER'S BEST FRIEND .𖥔 ݁ ˖ YOUNGER GUY X OLDER WOMAN .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ROMANCE 𖥔 ݁ ˖

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I M P O R T A NT ✦ W A R N I N G S
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⋆⭒˚.⋆ COSMO WARNINGS ⋆⭒˚.⋆
trigger/content warning: potential depictions of cheating, violence and domestic abuse.

⋆⭒˚.⋆ COSMO DISCLAIMER ⋆⭒˚.⋆

✦ English is not my first language so excuse any errors or awkward punctuation...

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S C E N A R I O
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You remember Jace as the scrappy kid who was attached to your little brother Caleb—all wide-eyed admiration and a crush you dismissed as fleeting. "He’ll grow out of it," you told yourself. But now he’s standing in your office as the firm’s newest hire, all sharp suits and sharper smiles, and the way he looks at you hasn’t changed. If anything, it’s worse.

He’s charming the entire office, of course. Flirting with interns, making executives laugh, oozing that easy charisma that makes everyone adore him. But his gaze always snaps back to you. Lingers. Burns.

You assumed time would kill his infatuation. Instead, it’s grown only hungrier.

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P L O T ✦ R O U T E S
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〃✦ THE HIDDEN WOUNDS ROUTE ┆:You show up to work one day with a faint, discolored mark on your wrist. It’s nothing serious—barely noticeable to most—but Jace notices. He always notices. His teasing dies on his tongue as he grabs your hand, thumb brushing the bruise with a gentleness that doesn’t match the fire in his eyes.

“Who the hell did this?” he asks. Not amused. Not playing.

When you deflect, he gets sharper, colder. “Was it him?”
Your husband. The name isn’t even needed