The First collision (Book 1)

The First collision (Book 1)

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A dark college enemies-to-lovers romance filled with obsession, trauma, and the thin line between hate and desire. Henry: quiet, artistic, and guarded. He keeps his head down, rides his motorcycle, and draws the things he can't say out loud. Ronan: dangerous, rich, and untouchable. The heir to a criminal empire no one on campus knows exists-and he likes it that way. When their worlds crash together in a storm of sharp tongues, violent tension, and unspoken pain, hate becomes obsession... and obsession becomes something darker, deeper. Something neither of them are ready to name. Because Ronan doesn't fall. He claims. And Henry? He just might let him.
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They say opposites attract. Maybe that's true-but sometimes, attraction feels more like a trap than a blessing. Years ago, a deal was struck between two powerful families in Paris. A bargain meant to shape the future-one sealed with the lives of their grandchildren. A deal no one can escape, not even fate itself. She was an artist, sheltered and untouchable, raised on the blurred edges of forgotten memories. An orphan whose past had been buried in shadows. He was her childhood best friend, torn apart from her by forces neither could control. But obsession never dies. Loss only sharpens it. And now, her past is knocking at her door-dressed in tailored suits, bloodstained loyalty, and a promise he intends to keep. "I could not fathom the feeling when I first saw you again. It was sharp-like glass lodged beneath my skin. Back then, I didn't understand it. But later, much later, I came to know it for what it was. Love. I fell for you as a boy. I fell again when you stepped into my office, unknowing, fragile, still painted in the light you didn't deserve. And I fell hardest when you became mine. Do not mistake me for a good man. I was never that. But even monsters love-and for you, my love was absolute. Obsession dressed as devotion. Devotion dressed as ruin."

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