~ il a abandonné le jeu ... Je lui en ai voulu, mais ma soif de faire de lui mien s'anime à chaque fois que je vois ses beaux yeux verts~ ...

~ Il avait besoin d'un faux petit ami ... Et moi d'un endroit où loger ~ ᥫᩣ Le deal semblait simple, faire semblant d'être en couple, quelques règles à respecter, même un moment de baise rapide Mais ce qu'on n'avait pas prévu ....c'était cet l'alchimie 𝐸𝑡 𝑠𝑖 𝑐𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑢𝑥 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑎𝑖𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑟𝑒 𝑝𝑙us 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑒 𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑢𝑟 ....

「"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.