The flute and The Fire

Book one of In the Dark, We Bloom
A dark fantasy romance duology about two broken souls learning how to burn, love, and survive in a world that only ever wanted them silent.
"Ruin me gently. I was never half."

Lilith is a half-demon girl with a flute in her hands and shame in her blood.
Feared by humans, abandoned by demons, and haunted by a mother who vanished without a sound, she lives quietly on the edges of the world-collecting broken things, hiding her magic, and asking the stars questions they never answer.
Then she meets him.
Sevrin Mournveil doesn't flinch when he sees her horns. Doesn't look away when her shadow flickers wrong. He's cold, scarred, dangerous-and he sees her.
But when Lilith begins to leave him offerings-bread, buttons, a dead crow meant as a blessing-she's met with silence and scorn. Misunderstandings bloom like bruises, and trust becomes a language neither of them speak fluently.
Still, she tries. Still, she stays.
And Sevrin, despite everything, does not run.
This is not a love story made of flowers. It's made of bone and ash and quiet moments that hurt more than knives.
She will fall first.
He will fall harder.
And somewhere in the dark, something beautiful will begin to bloom.