Ache of hearts. [ h.s ]

"Careful, sweetheart. Hearts don't break-they shatter." His voice cuts through the quiet, low and dripping with a dangerous kind of calm. The shadows hide his face, but the faint gleam of silver rings catches the light as he flicks his lighter, illuminating his sharp features for just a second.

I exhale slowly, the ache in my chest tightening as I clutch the edge of the railing, my fingers trembling. "Mine's already in pieces. Nothing left for you to destroy."

He steps closer, the scent of smoke filling the air between us. His breath ghosts across my neck, sending a shiver down my spine. "Is that what you tell yourself? That the worst has already come?"I turn my head slightly, daring to meet his gaze, but his smirk is like a blade to my already fragile resolve. "What's left to take?" I ask, the crack in my voice betraying me.

His hand rises, calloused fingertips brushing a strand of hair from my face. "Everything you've buried. And trust me, sweetheart, I'll dig deeper than anyone ever has."

Elara carter is hired as a part time journalist for the wildly popular band, Oblivion. It's a dream opportunity-until she unearths their darkest secrets through her pen and notes. With her own broken past catching up to her, Elara is caught in a deadly game where hearts and lives are the currency, and nothing is as it seems.