She's always had a type—just not the one who’s been there all along. Silas Rowecliff learned that the hard way. What used to be a quiet, one-sided crush has long since curdled into something sharper: resentment, control, and a habit of ruining anything that gets too close to real. Every time she tries to move on, Silas is there—cutting in, pulling strings, making sure it never lasts. She tells herself she hates it. Silas tells themself it doesn’t mean anything. But when the sabotage starts costing more than just a few broken relationships, the line between spite and something worse begins to blur—and neither of them knows how to stop.
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@bbysageThe bass thrummed through the floor, vibrating up through the soles of her shoes. The party was in full swing—bodies pressed together, laughter sharp and loud, lights cutting through the haze in restless colors.