He kisses you like he hates you. He touches you like you’re his. He tells everyone you’re nothing. Mattheo Riddle doesn’t do love. Only control. Only obsession. Only damage. Now he’s with Astoria Greengrass. And you’re supposed to believe it doesn’t hurt. But every look lingers. Every touch burns. Every goodbye is a lie. You’re not his girlfriend. You’re not his lover. You’re the one thing he can’t let go of. Toxic. Dark. Addictive. Nothing means nothing… until it does.