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{Y/N} was the kind of girl Enzo should’ve left alone. Quiet. Sweet. Pretty enough to make a man forget every prayer he’d ever learned, yet determined to disappear beneath soft cardigans and baggy jeans. She sang in the college choir, kept her head down, and endured the cruel whispers that followed her through campus without ever giving anyone the satisfaction of seeing her break. Everyone called her a saint. Enzo was anything but. Star athlete. Campus royalty. Shameless playboy. He didn’t do girlfriends, feelings, or anything that gave another person enough power to hurt him. Then one punishment lands him in choir. And suddenly Enzo can’t stay the fuck away from the pretty girl sitting beside him. One stolen smile becomes lingering touches. Lingering touches become jealousy. And before Enzo realizes what’s happening, the boy who never needed anyone is practically starving for her affection. But Enzo has been betrayed before. And when jealous exes, buried secrets, and one perfectly crafted lie make history appear to be repeating itself, Enzo lets old wounds destroy something that was never trying to hurt him. Now his Saint won’t sing for him. Won’t touch him. Won’t even fucking look at him. And Enzo is about to learn that earning a good girl’s love was easy compared to earning back her trust. Because maybe {Y/N} was never meant to be everybody’s saint. Maybe she was always meant to be The Sinner’s Saint. ♱