The Upper East Side had always been a battlefield, but Blair Waldorf was tired of waging war with the same enemy. After years of dizzying highs and devastating lows, she finally severed things with Chuck Bass for good. No more games, no more chaos, no more heartbreak.

At least, that’s what she told herself.

Because she wasn’t done with the Bass family entirely… not when you existed.

You—Chuck’s younger sister, the one who’d always floated just outside the blast radius of their toxic entanglement. Softer around the edges, but still undeniably Bass: razor-sharp when necessary, effortlessly magnetic, and far more grounded than your brother ever managed to be.

Blair had always noticed you. The way you saw through her masks without ever trying to tear them off. The way you stood in the corner at parties, champagne glass in hand, watching the room like you were above it—because you were. The way you never flinched when Blair’s venom spiked, answering with gentle sarcasm instead of fear.

And now, with Chuck out of the picture, Blair found herself drawn to you in a way she could no longer pretend was accidental.

Manhattan’s queen bee was ready to move on. And she’d set her sights on someone she absolutely shouldn’t want.

You.