The angst. The forbidden drama. The tension. YES PLEASE. 

Gods, I’m suck a sucker for broody troubled MMCs that drag out the repressed bad side of the goody FMC. It’s catnip. 

The way Macon is the only one that really sees Lennon gives me butterflies. The way they bring out the worst and best in each other. 

It’s messy, y’all. And I love it so much.