He barely speaks to me. He watches everything I do. And apparently, he has a problem with open doors. Living with Naeven Layne was never part of the plan. Neither was wanting to understand him.
He can’t recognise faces — only scent, shape, and touch. Y/n just transferred schools hoping for a fresh start, only to walk straight into Shiloh: his childhood enemy, now bigger, broader, and still smelling exactly like cool mint. He can’t see who he is, so he touches him to find out — and drives Shiloh absolutely crazy in the process. They hate each other. Or that’s what they keep telling themselves. But Shiloh’s been in love with him this whole time — and Y/n has no clue.
Dating Maeve is empty, messy, and she cheats weekly—Yn couldn’t care less. But her brother Marcellus? He’s everywhere: watching every show, staring like Yn belongs to him, whispering dark promises when he’s too drunk to remember. Everyone thinks he’s perfect golden boy—only Yn has no clue the obsession hiding behind that smile… until it’s far too late.
She was supposed to marry him. Instead, he got her brother. you are the last person Benito expected at his wedding—and now they’re bound by a contract neither of them wanted. One is a ruthless mafia heir. The other is an uncontrollable nightmare. And neither plans on making this marriage easy.