New writing endeavor, new protagonist. I thought that after Lysander, who makes an art form out of being contrary, I could handle anything, but nooo. Protag and I are already at odds.
Me: “‘Kay, good plot and all, but this is a romance, so we should probably start working on your love interest.”
Protag: “Oh, he‘s cute!”
Me: “…that’s the antagonist.”
Me: “No! You’re shy and he’s an asshole!”
Protag: “Is there a gentle, vulnerable soul hiding beneath his rough facade?”
Me: “No. That’s not how this book works.”
Protag: “Gimme anyway!”