Nicholas Alejandro Yaco has mastered the art of pretending. To his circles, he is reckless, desired, and untouchable. In truth, he is none of those things. He is a virgin hiding behind bravado. A little boy who dyed his hair red, pierced his ears, and rewrote himself just to be seen but only to remain invisible at home. Then he met Eladio Rozen Viremont. The golden student. Effortless in his excellence. Loved without trying. Admired without asking. Nicholas felt his ego bruise before he even understood why. He hated him. So he decided to ruin him. When the rumors spread, that Eladio had come out as gay, Nicholas saw his opening. He turned affection into strategy, flirtation into a game, convinced himself he was the one in control. What Nicholas never realized was this. He had been losing from the very first move.

「"𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫, 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫"」 ── ❝ 'You like being hunted, don't you, little thing?' he said. 'You like knowing you drag the fucking monster out of me just by breathing.' ❞ ── Cyril Roosevelt doesn't belong at L'Académie Sainte-Marie-a prestigious Parisian university for the rich and powerful. He's poor. Shy. Soft. The scholarship student that nobody takes seriously. But someone is watching him. He starts getting gifts. Blood red roses with no sender. Handwritten letters calling him his little mouse. Messages from an unknown number that seem to know exactly where he is. Exactly what he's wearing. Exactly how fast his heart is beating. And then there's Deimos King. The mafia prince everyone fears. The monster Cyril can't outrun. But what scares Cyril most isn't Deimos's reputation. It's the way Deimos looks at him. Like he owns him. Like he's been waiting for him. The walls close in when Cyril receives an invitation to a secluded mansion. Masked faces, and a Halloween party that feels more like a trap. 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 has a name. And it's coming for him.