I just finished a book where the “heart throb” guy was an absolute asshole. And she couldn’t help but fall for him because it was all just a cover because he was just protecting her from himself. Like he was straight up rude and demeaning and threatened to kill her and she’d be like, “but his smouldering eyes said something else”… girl, no.
I remember her cracking open a can of gin and tonic on the train and thinking, wait, they have canned g&t’s in the UK? That’s when I realized you’re supposed to feel bad for her and instead I was like, that’s a great idea.