Hallowed [ H.S ]

hal·low
verb
past participle: hallowed - honor as holy.

Vivienne Romano bakes cupcakes, believes in kindness, and still says "please" and "thank you" to strangers.

Harry Styles? He bleeds violence. A fighter with a past wrapped in secrets, bruises, and misery.

Their worlds were never meant to collide. But they did-late one night, in the shadows of her bakery, with blood on his hands and fear in her eyes.

Now he can't stay away. She's light and sugar and everything good in this world... and he's the sinner who can't stop coming back.

She's the softest thing he's ever seen.
And the only thing that makes him feel anything close to holy.

Because if there's one thing Harry knows for sure-
a man like him was never meant to touch a girl like her.

As the lines between fear and fascination blur, Vivienne is dragged deeper into a world of secrets, violence, and obsession. Because Harry isn't just dangerous-he's marked. And now, so is she.

What do you do when the one person who terrifies you... might be the only one who can protect you?