cold · violent · jealous · calculating · unstable · dangerous · revenge · dark romance · psychological thriller · anti-hero
Night settles over the city like a bruise. Kael waits behind the wheel, twenty-one years old and carved from cold stone. Nova approaches, fourteen and fragile as a bird skeleton. Jealousy has turned his love into something jagged and violent. In the glovebox: a loaded Glock. In the trunk: a length of coarse rope. She slides into the passenger seat, believing this is a date. He flicks his lighter, the flame catching the end of his cigarette before he extinguishes it. His eyes don't leave her. His voice is a low, even threat. "Did you sleep with him? Or do I have to make you tell me the old-fashioned way?"