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FINAL SHOT: Hunter & Andrew - TO THE END OF THE LINE
THEIR HATE WAS THE LONGEST, MOST DELICIOUS, AND CHAOTIC FOREPLAY IN HISTORY.
Hunter Osborne is The Fury. A force of nature who came from nothing, he is pure instinct, chaos, and passion. For him, the game is war. Andrew Humphrey is the Prince of basketball. Heir to a dynasty, he is the personification of control, discipline, and perfection. Every pass is calculated, every victory an obligation. For him, the game is science.
Since the halls of high school, they were bred to hate each other, a rivalry fueled by competing families and an explosive secret they both swore to forget. Now, as the two biggest names in the NBL, their animosity has become a spectacle for the world—a battle fought on the court and in the headlines, where every encounter is a collision and every glance is a promise of destruction.
But fate, with a cruel sense of humor, has other plans. Stranded by the biggest snowstorm of the decade in a luxurious mountain cabin, Andrew and Hunter are forced to confront not only each other but the inconvenient truth simmering beneath the surface of their hate. Far from the cameras and expectations, the walls begin to crumble. The tension that once manifested in hard fouls and venomous taunts finds a new and dangerous release valve. Hate, when cornered, takes a new a carnal, raw, and uncontrollable desire that threatens to consume everything they thought they knew about themselves—and about the man they swore to destroy.
Trapped between what they feel in secret and the war they're forced to wage in public, Andrew and Hunter plunge into a forbidden chaos where every stolen encounter is an adrenaline rush and every lie pulls them deeper. They may be kings of the court, but they're about to discover that in the game of the heart, they don't know the first thing about the rules.
IN A WORLD THAT WANTS THEM AS ENEMIES, IS LOVE THE FINAL VICTORY OR THE ULTIMATE DEFEAT?
Hunter Osborne is The Fury. A force of nature who came from nothing, he is pure instinct, chaos, and passion. For him, the game is war. Andrew Humphrey is the Prince of basketball. Heir to a dynasty, he is the personification of control, discipline, and perfection. Every pass is calculated, every victory an obligation. For him, the game is science.
Since the halls of high school, they were bred to hate each other, a rivalry fueled by competing families and an explosive secret they both swore to forget. Now, as the two biggest names in the NBL, their animosity has become a spectacle for the world—a battle fought on the court and in the headlines, where every encounter is a collision and every glance is a promise of destruction.
But fate, with a cruel sense of humor, has other plans. Stranded by the biggest snowstorm of the decade in a luxurious mountain cabin, Andrew and Hunter are forced to confront not only each other but the inconvenient truth simmering beneath the surface of their hate. Far from the cameras and expectations, the walls begin to crumble. The tension that once manifested in hard fouls and venomous taunts finds a new and dangerous release valve. Hate, when cornered, takes a new a carnal, raw, and uncontrollable desire that threatens to consume everything they thought they knew about themselves—and about the man they swore to destroy.
Trapped between what they feel in secret and the war they're forced to wage in public, Andrew and Hunter plunge into a forbidden chaos where every stolen encounter is an adrenaline rush and every lie pulls them deeper. They may be kings of the court, but they're about to discover that in the game of the heart, they don't know the first thing about the rules.
IN A WORLD THAT WANTS THEM AS ENEMIES, IS LOVE THE FINAL VICTORY OR THE ULTIMATE DEFEAT?
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Published October 5, 2025
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October 21, 2025
Wowza, now this is proper intense loathing from both sides although there was glimpse of past encounter (they were just 17) and then decade long of denial and hatred. But it still worked for me. They were actively trying to destroy each other, the back and forth was insane and oh so glorious.
Strong alpha-like MCs with one being in superior control and the other being pure instinct chaos but it was funny when it felt like he was pulling hairs for attention and got more obsessed with every ignored attempt. Gosh, he was just that smitten, ain’t that adorable? That scene with him trying to send a message, I chuckled for real.
When Hunter came with his sinister scheme to break Andrew’s icy wall, I couldn’t wait to see him burn just as well because he was so deep in this mess, breaking the other would break him too and I was in for that, unraveling of them both, see who would fall more though I get a feeling I already knew who, I just had to wait patiently and read until everything imploded.
I like seeing arrogance being put in place, that equal footing of players being outplayed, so tantalising. Hunter was an asshole (it was getting cliche how the bully gets all the cards, c’mon so lame), I needed Andrew to push back more, have few cards up his sleeve (fuck yeah, ignoring tactic, hurt the narc by not giving any attention but he got instant conscience guilt which ain’t fair when Hunter was all ok without any remorse), but I knew Hunter’s downfall was coming any time soon, that bastard deserved that yay. Hunter loud was to hide his emptiness, Andrew despite winning a battle was still a bigger man, he didn’t swim in arrogance, he survived, kudos to him. He even showed understanding.
Boy the tension between these two was out of this world. I disliked Hunter at first but as the story progressed, he started to become more redeemable. Those two were fighting so fiercely against what was simply love, they were so scared to acknowledge it, instead they went for hatred which was safer but alas they couldn’t stop the feeling. “It was a fucked-up love story, disguised as hate.” And when they let go of pride, they finally started to talk, truly communicate, it was so cathartic.
The last act was brutal and I had no idea how they could recover from that. For the first time I actually sympathised with Hunter, what Andrew did was beyond cruel. But Hunter fought for them and I’m glad he did, he stepped up tremendously and I was in awe he was able to forgive. Suddenly it was Andrew’s turn to own up, fix the broken and he did that. They both did for each other.
I wish there was more descriptive spice, the main one was good but too short but all in all, I think I just found my new favourite enemies/rivals to lovers MM novel, 5/5!
“He was my true north. My polar opposite. The fixed point in my chaotic universe. Without him, who would I fight against? What would drive me?”
“He wanted my anger, my attention, my hatred. It's what fed him. It's what made our rivalry real to him.”
“he pressed, his voice dropping, becoming almost pleading. It was the sound of an addict needing his fix. He needed my anger. "Say something."
“He had truly erased me. I was no longer a threat. I was no longer a rival. I was a problem that had been solved loo.”
“The kiss, this time, wasn't a collision. It wasn't a fight. It was hesitant. Questioning. It was the most dangerous kiss of all.”
“The ugly truth was that he gave me purpose. My hatred for him was an anchor. It gave me direction. And without him, I was afraid I would be adrift.”
“But the need for a connection, to know that I wasn't the only one feeling this madness, was overwhelming.”
“I was standing there, on top of the world, the king of Miami. And I had never felt so lonely and miserable in my life. The irony was a bitch.”
“It wasn't a fight. It wasn't an exploration. It was a reunion. As if two halves of the same soul, separated by a decade of war, were finally coming home.”
“This was the beginning of something much more dangerous. An affair. A secret. A secret affair with my greatest rival. And I knew, as I gave myself over to his kiss, that I was completely, irredeemably fucked.”
“It was an insane deal. To live two lives. To be mortal enemies in the light of day and... what? Lovers? The word didn't even fit. We weren't lovers. We were... a slow-motion car crash. A mutual combustion.”
“It was no longer about winning or losing. It was about not drowning. And for the first time, I realized that the only thing we had to hold onto... was each other.”
"I only know one thing," I said, my voice dropping. "I don't want to stop. This. Whatever this is."
"Me neither," he whispered.
And that was all I needed to hear.
“The sex that night was different.
Every time was different.
In Aspen, it was an explosion of anger and desire.
In Dallas, it was a desperate surrender.
In Charlotte, it was a slow exploration.
In Detroit, it was a conversation.”
“I discovered he had a dry, sarcastic sense of humor that he kept hidden from the world. He discovered that, under my arrogance, there was... well, probably more arrogance, but at least I was funny.”
“The feeling I had for him wasn't just a competitive obsession. It wasn't just physical desire. It was... more. It was this fierce, protective need that made me want to run through walls for him. Was this love?”
“My instinct was no longer to fight against him. It was to fight for him. And that was a much scarier battle.”
“I walked toward him to come get him. And to take him home, whatever that meant.”
"What is this?""What's happening to us?"
"I have no fucking idea. I swear to God, I don't. I just know that trying to fight it... isn't working."
“It was the most intimate and most chaste situation we had ever been in. And it was a thousand times more overwhelming than the sex. Because there was no desire to blame. There was only... care.”
“We stripped off our armor, piece by piece, and showed the scars underneath. And in the process, we discovered we had scars in the same places.”
“We were building a bridge, plank by plank, over the chasm that had separated us. And it was the scariest and most wonderful thing I had ever done.”
“And in that look, I saw everything. The truce. The confession. The desire. The betrayal. The pain. And the regret. Our whole fucked-up story, told in a single desperate glance.”
“…a goodbye. A silent acknowledgment that our story, built on violence and desire, had ended the only way it could: with one of us broken.”
“My rivalry, my obsession, my fucked-up love... I had chased him to the edge of the cliff. And he had fallen.”
“It was a kiss that contained everything. The anger, the pain, the desire, the forgiveness, the peace. And finally, the love. A love that had been forged in the fire of war and had come out stronger on the other side.”
Strong alpha-like MCs with one being in superior control and the other being pure instinct chaos but it was funny when it felt like he was pulling hairs for attention and got more obsessed with every ignored attempt. Gosh, he was just that smitten, ain’t that adorable? That scene with him trying to send a message, I chuckled for real.
When Hunter came with his sinister scheme to break Andrew’s icy wall, I couldn’t wait to see him burn just as well because he was so deep in this mess, breaking the other would break him too and I was in for that, unraveling of them both, see who would fall more though I get a feeling I already knew who, I just had to wait patiently and read until everything imploded.
I like seeing arrogance being put in place, that equal footing of players being outplayed, so tantalising. Hunter was an asshole (it was getting cliche how the bully gets all the cards, c’mon so lame), I needed Andrew to push back more, have few cards up his sleeve (fuck yeah, ignoring tactic, hurt the narc by not giving any attention but he got instant conscience guilt which ain’t fair when Hunter was all ok without any remorse), but I knew Hunter’s downfall was coming any time soon, that bastard deserved that yay. Hunter loud was to hide his emptiness, Andrew despite winning a battle was still a bigger man, he didn’t swim in arrogance, he survived, kudos to him. He even showed understanding.
Boy the tension between these two was out of this world. I disliked Hunter at first but as the story progressed, he started to become more redeemable. Those two were fighting so fiercely against what was simply love, they were so scared to acknowledge it, instead they went for hatred which was safer but alas they couldn’t stop the feeling. “It was a fucked-up love story, disguised as hate.” And when they let go of pride, they finally started to talk, truly communicate, it was so cathartic.
The last act was brutal and I had no idea how they could recover from that. For the first time I actually sympathised with Hunter, what Andrew did was beyond cruel. But Hunter fought for them and I’m glad he did, he stepped up tremendously and I was in awe he was able to forgive. Suddenly it was Andrew’s turn to own up, fix the broken and he did that. They both did for each other.
I wish there was more descriptive spice, the main one was good but too short but all in all, I think I just found my new favourite enemies/rivals to lovers MM novel, 5/5!
“He was my true north. My polar opposite. The fixed point in my chaotic universe. Without him, who would I fight against? What would drive me?”
“He wanted my anger, my attention, my hatred. It's what fed him. It's what made our rivalry real to him.”
“he pressed, his voice dropping, becoming almost pleading. It was the sound of an addict needing his fix. He needed my anger. "Say something."
“He had truly erased me. I was no longer a threat. I was no longer a rival. I was a problem that had been solved loo.”
“The kiss, this time, wasn't a collision. It wasn't a fight. It was hesitant. Questioning. It was the most dangerous kiss of all.”
“The ugly truth was that he gave me purpose. My hatred for him was an anchor. It gave me direction. And without him, I was afraid I would be adrift.”
“But the need for a connection, to know that I wasn't the only one feeling this madness, was overwhelming.”
“I was standing there, on top of the world, the king of Miami. And I had never felt so lonely and miserable in my life. The irony was a bitch.”
“It wasn't a fight. It wasn't an exploration. It was a reunion. As if two halves of the same soul, separated by a decade of war, were finally coming home.”
“This was the beginning of something much more dangerous. An affair. A secret. A secret affair with my greatest rival. And I knew, as I gave myself over to his kiss, that I was completely, irredeemably fucked.”
“It was an insane deal. To live two lives. To be mortal enemies in the light of day and... what? Lovers? The word didn't even fit. We weren't lovers. We were... a slow-motion car crash. A mutual combustion.”
“It was no longer about winning or losing. It was about not drowning. And for the first time, I realized that the only thing we had to hold onto... was each other.”
"I only know one thing," I said, my voice dropping. "I don't want to stop. This. Whatever this is."
"Me neither," he whispered.
And that was all I needed to hear.
“The sex that night was different.
Every time was different.
In Aspen, it was an explosion of anger and desire.
In Dallas, it was a desperate surrender.
In Charlotte, it was a slow exploration.
In Detroit, it was a conversation.”
“I discovered he had a dry, sarcastic sense of humor that he kept hidden from the world. He discovered that, under my arrogance, there was... well, probably more arrogance, but at least I was funny.”
“The feeling I had for him wasn't just a competitive obsession. It wasn't just physical desire. It was... more. It was this fierce, protective need that made me want to run through walls for him. Was this love?”
“My instinct was no longer to fight against him. It was to fight for him. And that was a much scarier battle.”
“I walked toward him to come get him. And to take him home, whatever that meant.”
"What is this?""What's happening to us?"
"I have no fucking idea. I swear to God, I don't. I just know that trying to fight it... isn't working."
“It was the most intimate and most chaste situation we had ever been in. And it was a thousand times more overwhelming than the sex. Because there was no desire to blame. There was only... care.”
“We stripped off our armor, piece by piece, and showed the scars underneath. And in the process, we discovered we had scars in the same places.”
“We were building a bridge, plank by plank, over the chasm that had separated us. And it was the scariest and most wonderful thing I had ever done.”
“And in that look, I saw everything. The truce. The confession. The desire. The betrayal. The pain. And the regret. Our whole fucked-up story, told in a single desperate glance.”
“…a goodbye. A silent acknowledgment that our story, built on violence and desire, had ended the only way it could: with one of us broken.”
“My rivalry, my obsession, my fucked-up love... I had chased him to the edge of the cliff. And he had fallen.”
“It was a kiss that contained everything. The anger, the pain, the desire, the forgiveness, the peace. And finally, the love. A love that had been forged in the fire of war and had come out stronger on the other side.”
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