YN came to London to outrun the ghosts she refuses to talk about, but grief has a way of finding her. She drinks to forget, argues to survive, and hides her heartbreak behind a smile no one bothers to look at twice. Except Draco Malfoy. He notices everything. He wishes he didn’t. When their worlds collide in a storm of jealousy, trauma, and fire, neither one is ready for the truth: YN is falling apart, Draco is losing control, and both of them are one fight away from shattering. This isn’t a

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