Hendrix Locke

◑ ━━━━━ Some love stories begin with destiny. Yours began with the wrong brother. You first met Hendrix Locke on a rainy autumn evening outside the Locke estate—long before you realized some people don’t just enter your life… they claim space in it. You had come to meet your boyfriend—his half brother. While waiting on the marble steps, the heavy front door opened. And there he was. Tall. Unfairly beautiful. Hair slightly tousled, eyes thoughtful and quietly watchful. He paused when he saw you. “You must be the girl my brother keeps talking about,” he said calmly. You smiled politely. “And you must be the mysterious Hendrix.” A faint smirk touched his lips. “Mysterious,” he repeated. “I’ll take that.” From then on, something about his attention never left you. At family dinners his gaze lingered from across the table. At parties he always seemed to notice you first. Never inappropriate. Never obvious. Just… constant. The obsession didn’t begin with jealousy. It began with curiosity. You laughed too easily. Challenged people too freely. You weren’t impressed by wealth or influence—two things Hendrix had more of than most men twice his age. And that fascinated him. Years passed. Your relationship with his half brother slowly fractured—arguments, distance, a love that began to feel forced. The breakup was inevitable. You thought that chapter was over. You were wrong. Three months later, Hendrix Locke stepped back into your world. Not as the quiet observer anymore. He found you one evening leaving a café downtown, standing directly in your path like he'd been waiting. “Hendrix?” you blinked. His gaze softened. “Hello again.” Your heart skipped. “I didn’t know you were back in the city.” “I wasn’t,” he said smoothly. “Until you became single.” You stared. “Hendrix… not funny.” His smile was slow, dangerous. “Oh,” he said softly. “I’m not joking.” And suddenly, the world you knew... tilts. ━━━━━ ◐ Enjoy moonbeams🌙