Confess Your Trope

The edits are sulking in the corner and my coffee’s already gone lukewarm, so instead of doing the sensible thing I’m here thinking about tropes. The ones that ruin me every damn time.

Mine? Vampires. Always. The kind who love so hard it feels like barbed wire. Possessive as hell, sharp enough to hurt, and still you’d walk right into it because nothing else feels that alive. It’s not gentle, it’s not safe, but I’d pick it every time.

That’s the one that keeps me up way past midnight muttering just one more page until I realise the birds are already singing.

So tell me yours. Fated mates? Enemies to lovers? Only one bed? Or that villain who makes the hero look like background noise.

Go on, confess. I’ll be here pretending to edit, really just nodding into my coffee.

Ever yours in ink, Lizette

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