Do you know that you're a disaster with bad boys, but you keep falling for them? Lila knows. In fact, she writes about it. Her anonymous blog, 'Mis malotes', is a viral success thanks to its self-deprecating humor and her inability to learn from her mistakes. Thousands of readers adore her for documenting her romantic disasters, but Lila prefers that no one knows she's the author. Until she meets Jax. Jax is the literal definition of a red flag: tattoos up to his neck, a vintage motorcycle, and a 'I don't care' attitude. The chemistry is electric, dangerous, and, according to Lila's track record, inevitable. The problem? Jax is an obsessive fan of 'Mis malotes'. He reads every post, laughs alone, and defends the 'new bad boy' in the comments, unaware that he's talking about himself. As Lila documents each interaction in real time, her audience begs her to run. But Jax doesn't fit her script: he's attentive, vulnerable, and, curiously, adorable. When the line between private life and public content blurs, Lila must decide if her blog is a tool for growth or a cage. A modern rom-com about the paradox of seeking love while broadcasting it live. Will she find peace before the most important 'like' is the last?
'Lila,' he said, without standing up, but with a smile that didn't reach his blue eyes, too clear, like a porcelain doll's.
Oh, Julian, you are already playing dirty. That cold detachment paiired with the 'desperation' in her bun is the perfect storm for high-tension erotica. I can't wait to see how he breaks that porcelain facade.
"He was standing next to a long table, stained with muted colors, surrounded by four boys aged between fifteen and eighteen. He wore a simple black t-shirt, no logos, no leather armor."
