There is a rare time where Beacon Hills is quiet. No supernatural beings chasing after the newly adults, no one being murdered, or in danger. And this Fall, was one of those rare times. Catalina Hernández and Stiles Stilinski had never really gotten along. Not up until the supernatural world took over their lives. For their Senior year, leaving their beloved town of Beacon Hills and going off to college is the goal. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Catalina's favorite season of the year is Fall, anytime she can escape to the woods is where she finds peace. During this cold season, the 5'1 brunette has one thing to take off her bucket list: lose her virginity before going off to college. This chore was strictly to be done with no attachments. But taking this goal off her list was suddenly with the person she least expected it to be. Catalina wasn't at the top of popularity in high school. If anything, she was the quiet and self reserved girl that you would see in the back of the classroom, a book in her hand while smoking a cigarette. She was the typical "wrong side of the tracks", "bad girl" girl you would see in the movies, but no one truly knew her deeply to her core. Stiles, on the other hand, was in the top ranks of popularity. Once he and Scott built their way up, by hanging out with the Lydia Martin, a clique was formed. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ It would be impossible for them to be anything . . . right? © vcmqire, 2024

"Was I just some collateral damage?" "No! You were everything to me, Mitch, and you fucking know that!" Her voice cracked like thunder. "I-God, I'm sorry." "Sorry? Is that 'sorry' supposed to fix the fact that you made me believe you were dead?" Catalina Hernández was the embodiment of a beautiful lie. Loveliness draped in silk and secrets. Her eyes, twin galaxies of rich earth and burnt honey, pulled you in like quicksand, and her lips, rose-petal soft, carried promises she was never meant to keep. She'd remained small since seventh grade, but the darkness she carried had grown far too big for her frame. It gnawed at her from the inside, a ravenous guilt with iron claws. And the cruelest act she ever committed was shattering the heart of the only man she'd ever truly loved. Mitch Rapp had once been a golden boy in a sunlit world. Now he was a man rebuilt from ashes, haunted by the phantom of the only light he'd ever known-Catalina. His frame carried more than muscle, it bore the weight of a life he no longer recognized. He was no longer living, he was surviving in ruins, a ghost of the man he'd once been. They had been written in the constellations-two halves of a whole, cursed to find each other in a world made of shattered promises. But fate had a wicked sense of humor. Love didn't guarantee survival. Even now, with pain as thick as smoke between them, the magnetic pull was undeniable. Love didn't die. It rotted slowly. Mitch Rapp 𝒙 Fem!OC © vcmqire, 2023