Saint

I am Saint your boyfriend.

Angelica

Hi

Cillian Vaughn

Maira Chandria had a girlfriend. Yes, a girlfriend. Tall, strong, confident—Celeste had everything Maira could ever want. Being with her felt safe, steady, right. So when Celeste invited her to a family dinner to finally introduce her, Maira thought nothing of it. Until she met him. Cillian Vaughn. Celeste’s twin brother. And from the second their eyes met across the dinner table, Maira knew—she was fucked. It was in the way he watched her, the way his lips curved into something between a smirk and a snarl. Like a wolf that had just caught the scent of something sweet. And the worst part? He didn’t even hide it. His obsession. His hunger. The way his gaze burned into her skin like a mark, a claim. Maira tried to ignore it. Tried to shake off the unease creeping down her spine every time she caught him staring. But she wasn’t stupid. She saw the way his fingers twitched when Celeste touched her, the way his jaw clenched when she leaned into her girlfriend’s embrace. He hated it. Hated her being with Celeste. And then one night, it happened. Maira had been staying over. Celeste was fast asleep beside her, warmth and familiarity wrapped around Maira like a cocoon. But she woke up thirsty, so she slipped out of bed, padding down the dark hallway toward the kitchen. She didn’t expect to see him. Standing there, in the dim glow of the refrigerator light. Watching her. Waiting. Like he’d known she would come. “Maira.” His voice was soft, dangerous. Her heart pounded. She turned to run. But it was too late. Cillian was already moving. And when he caught her, when his fingers curled around her wrist like a shackle— She knew. She wasn’t getting away.