You and Jungkook had never really fought before. Not like this. Sure, you had differencesâdifferent tastes, different approaches, the occasional clash of opinionsâbut nothing that ever felt like a fight. Nothing that left either of you shaking, stripped raw and breathless.
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 didnât. 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 isnât a