A female-domination romantic comedy with real emotional and psychological depth.
Barbara is thirty-one, a physiotherapist built on a scale the world keeps flinching from — taller than every man in the room, stronger than she is ever allowed to be, and tired from a lifetime of holding herself carefully so no one gets hurt. Arthur is twenty-seven, smaller, gentler, a man filled with anxiety, so practiced at making himself invisible.
He comes to her clinic with a wrecked shoulder. She reads his whole guarded life off his body in four minutes — and does the one thing she has never let herself do, be herself, full size.
Between them is a dynamic built on attention rather than force: she reads him, moves him, keeps him — and he, for the first time in his life, stops holding himself together because she does it for him. It is domination as tenderness, control as a form of being wanted, and beneath it two funny, wounded, fully drawn people learning to set down the smallness they've each carried for years.
Told in both their voices — his, a running audit of his own smallness that keeps startling itself with courage; hers, a lifetime of control laid over a grief and a hunger she has never once said aloud — Whose Are You? is as psychologically true as it is satisfying. It asks the question its lovers keep circling: not who you are?, but whose you are?.
Explicit female-led romance with a pronounced size-difference dynamic. For adult readers.
