My Lilith

​"I told myself I hated him. But hate is just love with nowhere to go."

​For Lily Thornes, the name Killian Blackwood is a jagged scar on her heart. Since they were children, she has belonged to him in every way that matters, her soul bound to a boy who watched the world burn with cold, hazel eyes. She loved him with a raw, visceral intensity-a love that was never returned, never acknowledged, and eventually, silenced.

​Five years ago, Lily did the only thing she could to survive: she ran. She built a life in the quiet, burying her melancholic poetry and her memories of him under layers of carefully constructed peace. She spent half a decade perfecting the art of avoiding the man who owned her.

​But fate has a cruel sense of irony.

​Killian is back. He isn't just a ghost in the hallways anymore; he's a physical, suffocating presence, and he's staying for a month. A month of shared air. A month of forced proximity. A month where Lily has to watch him from the sidelines, her heart breaking all over again as she sees him with Clara, a woman who seems to have everything Lily ever craved.

​Lily expects the cold shoulder. She expects the silence.

​What she doesn't expect is the shift in the air. The way his gaze follows her every move. The way his silent indifference turns into a dark, terrifying possession.
​As the lines between protection and obsession begin to blur, Lily is forced to face a truth more dangerous than his absence: Killian Blackwood doesn't just want her back. He's decided that she's the only soul he's ever truly wanted-and he's willing to burn the world down to prove it.