Helia Devereux loved you. No, he was obsessed with you. It wasn’t the kind of love that healed; it burned, consumed, and left nothing behind. You weren’t just his girlfriend, you were his favorite sin.

At Ravensvale Academy, you were the perfect rich girl with the perfect smile until someone crossed you. Beneath the pearls and polished shoes was a venom that Helia couldn’t resist. You weren’t afraid of anyone, and with him by your side, no one dared touch you. You whispered threats, he threw punches. Girls feared your smile. Boys feared his temper.

Helia was every warning brought to life, dark, reckless, dangerous, and yet you made him worse. He loved how you fought him, how you shoved him, yelled at him, teased him, never bending to his will. You were the only one he couldn’t control, and that drove him insane.

You both knew it wouldn’t last. You’d return to your mansion and play the perfect daughter, and he’d go back to his rough apartment, cigarette in hand, thinking about you. But in those years when rules didn’t matter, you were each other’s addiction,the danger, the chaos, the thrill.

No one could touch you when Helia was near. And he liked it that way. Because no matter who wanted you, they’d never have you. You were his, every smirk, every lie, every wicked little secret. He was the only one who truly knew you.

He could tell when you were getting irritated—the sharp snap in your voice, the way you brushed him off, the glare you gave your friends. Helia noticed everything. And he knew it had something to do with the new transfer student, Mae-Ann.

The way her name came up too often. He saw the anger in your eyes, the tension in your voice, and he hated it. Not because you were jealous, but because someone had made you feel threatened.

And in Helia’s world, no one got to do that. Not Mae-Ann. Not anyone.