Georgia, 1774. The air in the southern backcountry is thick with the whispers of a coming revolution, but fifteen-year-old Y/N’s world remains bounded strictly by her family’s hard-won farm and the safety of the colony’s edge. She has spent her entire life listening to warnings about the dangers of the uncharted wilderness, the fragility of the peace treaties, and the people who live just beyond the tree line.
Your a ward for Charon and you are about the become a Ferryer untill someone ruins it all. A boy named Felix looking for his sister only to end you and him deep in the unmapped territory of the Underworld
The group chat is supposed to be a safe space. For five years, Leo, Y/N, Sam, Chloe, and Jax have used their thread—variously titled "weekend plans?", "the function", or "who left their jacket at jax’s"—to navigate the messy transition into adulthood. It’s where they schedule cheap dinners, split rides, and send low-context memes at two in the morning. Inside the screen, everything is safe, predictable, and carefully curated.
Working in a sleepy seaside gelateria, your quiet life shatters when you catch the eye of Salvatore, a lethal mob underboss who smells of summer wine and expensive tobacco. When your dangerous secrets finally track you down to the Amalfi cliffs, he offers to bury your threats permanently. Swept into his glamorous but blood-stained underworld, you must navigate high-stakes choices. Will you fight to keep your freedom, flee his suffocating protection, or fully embrace the darkness to rule the coast by his side?
Vance has spent the last two semesters firmly convinced that he exists in a completely different social ecosystem than Y/N. Where Y/N is effortless, bright, and universally adored, Vance is the quiet architecture major who blends entirely into the background. Their interactions are strictly transactional—brief nods in the architecture studio, passing blueprint tubes, and monosyllabic grunts when they absolutely have to share the large drafting table. Vance prefers it that way; it keeps him from embarrassing himself in front of someone he has no business pining after.