No one hated each other as much as Tyler Murphy and Hazel Parker, every glance a slow, venomous burn. Yet beneath the surface, something deeper pulled them in, something they consumed in bitter, silent doses. It wasn't the hatred that destroyed them-it was the poison they couldn't stop sipping. The poison of love.

Sloane is what's left when the truth is taken too early. Luca is what survives when the truth is told too late. They were never meant to stand in the same room without something breaking. Every look is a reminder. Hate should have been enough. It should have stayed simple. Clean. But it doesn't. It fractures. It lingers. It turns into something heavier-something that makes it hard to breathe when the other gets too close. And the closer they get, the more they realize that everything they once felt is starting to burn.