Until You're Mine

Until You're Mine

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Dr. Vanessa Hart is sent to treat a dangerous killer at Ravenswood Asylum-Damien Cross. But as their sessions spiral into obsession, violence, and twisted desire, Vanessa begins to lose her grip on reality. The deeper she goes, the more she questions what's real... until the line between patient and predator disappears completely. Some monsters aren't born-they're made from memory, grief, and the things we bury.
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Genre: Dark Romance/Psychological Drama Summary: Zariah (17, turning 18) is a brilliant but emotionally scarred sculptor from the south sent to Marae Institute, an elite boarding art school known for producing prodigies and hiding scandals. Haunted by a childhood accident, the recent suicide of her best friend and the death of her Mom, she arrives guarded, mute, and numb. Her only therapy is her clay where she shapes all the screams she can't say. Then she meets Elián Wolfe a 19-year-old painter, infamous, secretive and dangerously magnetic. He's on his final warning from Marae after being expelled from his last school. Rumors follow him: one girl swallowed pills after being with him, another disappeared. His hobby is to paint in the basement, alone always in red. He notices her before anyone else, watches her when she thinks she's invisible and he tells her, "Your hands are beautiful when they're shaking." When Zariah finally sees the painting Elián has been working on, it's her, broken and naked, covered in words from her personal journal. She realizes he's been inside her room, reading her diary, stealing her nightmares. But she doesn't run... Instead, she adds the final touch to the painting: Her own blood.

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