When devotion tastes like blood, and love feels like possession. Zafira Solis (SY) is a rising star in the courtroom, brilliant, righteous, untouchable. Or so she thinks. What she doesn't know is that someone has been watching. Saving. Claiming. Seraphine Vexley (LM) doesn't believe in fate, only precision. And Zafira became hers the moment she spared a life... because of her. Now, Seraphine is always a step ahead: eliminating threats, erasing evidence, burning the world before it can touch what's hers. But when Zafira starts to feel the pull, the shadows tightening around her, the invisible hands guiding her fate, the question is no longer who's protecting her. It's what she'll become once she knows. A dark, sapphic romance of obsession, power, and the quiet destruction of self. If she can't have her, no one will. But what if she doesn't have to take? What if Zafira gives in willingly? Disclaimer: This story contains a messy plot, explicit violence, mature themes, and mentions of sexual assault.

Soraya Vergara (SY) is composed, well-dressed, and absolutely not in the mood to explain to her powerful family why her ex-boyfriend is getting married before she's even been kissed this year. The pressure is unbearable - the scrutiny, worse. So to protect her family's image and bruise her ex's ego in one move, she lies. One fake relationship. Just long enough to survive a string of company galas and Vergara-family functions. Enter Elira Soriano (LM) - velvet-suited, sharp-tongued, and devastatingly unbothered. An actress with a reputation in queer circles and a smile that ruins women. She agrees to play the part. No feelings. No strings. But what starts as an act turns into something harder to control - lingering stares, shared beds, and kisses that feel too dangerous to fake. Elira doesn't play soft. And Soraya? She's never been this close to falling. Because Elira tastes like danger. And Soraya is starting to forget why they were pretending in the first place.