misakisses
- LETTURE 4,896
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- Parti 40
Shelly isn't looking for anything. Not love. Not healing. Not the kind of obsession that leaves teeth marks. She just wants a new housemate, a quiet life, and maybe a few less ghosts in her bed.
Then Oscar Harrison walks in. Queer, commanding, and catastrophically gorgeous, he's six foot seven of sharp suits and sharper hunger. A fashion prodigy with silver eyes and a voice like velvet, he sees Shelly like no one else ever has. Sketches her. Designs for her. Wants her. He calls her Darling like it's a promise. Or a warning. And when he touches her, it's not gentle. It's intentional.
But desire never travels alone.
His older brother, Felix, is a crime boss with blood in his smile and a grudge that goes deeper than anyone knows. He watches Shelly like she's prey-because to him, she is.
And then there's Hilda.
Butch. Beautiful. Brutal.
She doesn't flirt. She doesn't beg. She just stands behind the bar with knowing eyes and steady hands, and Shelly starts to wonder if maybe, just maybe, she wants to fall for the girl who doesn't try to own her.
Three obsessions.
One woman unraveling.
And a city that chews girls like her alive.