One memorable mistake, one man-one night-changed Shannakay's life for good. Years later, fate brings her face to face with the man who changed her life-who doesn't even remember her...

𝐋𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐚 lives by the principles of logic and structure, ensuring her life adds up to a perfect equation with no variables left unaccounted for. She believes her carefully calculated plans are foolproof, until a charismatic force of chaos steps in and proves that some answers can only be found off the graph. On stage, 𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 is the electrifying DJ "Motion," who orchestrates the mood of thousands with a single, flawless drop. Off stage, he is a man of dangerous secrets, navigating a world of lies and darkness that threatens to turn his captivating rhythm into a mournful silence.

An autistic girl sheltered her whole life gets a taste of danger once she meets a thug named Santiago Perez. ​Santiago "Ghost" Perez set his eyes on Zari one time and has never left her alone since "Checkin' your location, I'm wishin' I was close to you I left my heart on the West End, I can't wait to get home to you"

"Move from in front a mi," I say. But it comes out softer. Weaker. More honest than I intended. I'd be on the first plane out of here tomorrow. Nothing that we've said in the past twenty minutes would matter once I am on that plane. We are tied to each other, and our pasts don't have to intertwine any more than they already have. He doesn't move. I step sideways. He mirrors me, like he's tethered to the same gravity. "Kymani-" "Selah" My name in his mouth feels like a dare. A part of me wants it to feel like a promise. I shake the thought. After what feels like a standoff written in the marrow between us, he finally exhales and steps back. Barely. But enough. I don't waste it. I slip from his hold, my heartbeat pounding in my throat, in my ears, in the soles of my feet as I bolt toward the door. I leave him there. Leave the house. Leave the heat still burning between us. And I run. Fast, desperate, the same way I did the first time I left this place. The same way I survived. I don't look back. Not at him. Not at the house. Not at the version of myself that's still trembling inside those walls. Not anymore.

Starting over was supposed to be simple...... But when attraction sparks in the unlikeliest of places, nothing stays simple for long.