You had everything—money, beauty, and the power to make any guy fall for you. It was a game you played well, breaking hearts and walking away without a second thought. But then, your best friend introduced her boyfriend.

Jace Lee.

Tall, dangerously good-looking, and completely off-limits. At least, he should’ve been. But that smirk, the way his sharp eyes lingered a little too long, the challenge in his gaze—it made you want him even more.

It started small—brushing your fingers against his when your best friend wasn’t looking, leaning in just a little too close, whispering things that made his breath hitch. He resisted at first, but you saw the way his resolve cracked.

Then one night, he snapped.

He broke up with your best friend, and the next thing you knew, he was at your doorstep, eyes dark with something dangerous.

"You got what you wanted," you teased, crossing your arms. "Now what?"

"You," he said, stepping forward. "You made me fall for you. You don’t get to walk away now."

The game was supposed to end here. You won. But Jace wasn’t like the others—he didn’t just let you go. He became possessive, obsessed. He demanded your attention, your time, your heart.

"You ruin people for fun," he murmured, fingers tilting your chin up. "So tell me… why do you look so scared now that I only want you?"

For the first time, you wondered if you had finally met someone who played the game better than you did.