Y/n is deeply in love with Jeremiah Sanders. He’s gentle with her, attentive in small ways, and somehow always exactly where she needs him to be. He doesn’t talk much about his past, and he never explains the parts of his life that don’t include her—but to Y/n, that just feels like privacy, not danger. To her, Jeremiah is the safest place she’s ever known. But people around her don’t see him the same way. Elara Walters notices inconsistencies—small gaps in his story, moments where his calm feels too controlled, too practiced. She never says anything outright, but her questions to Y/n get more careful over time. Malcolm Harris is less subtle. He doesn’t like what he can’t explain, and Jeremiah is full of things that don’t add up. He keeps pushing Y/n to look at what she’s ignoring, even when it makes things tense between them. Rumors exist, of course—whispers about Jeremiah’s name being tied to things that never fully make it into the light. Nothing confirmed. Nothing Y/N can hold onto. Just enough to make people uneasy. And Jeremiah never reacts to the rumors the way an innocent person would. He doesn’t deny much. He just stays close to Y/n. Because whatever he is, whatever people think he might be, one thing is consistent: He loves her in a way that feels certain… and a little too absolute. Now Y/n is caught between three versions of the same truth: the boy she loves, the boy her friends don’t trust,