“It started with a glance. A smirk. A touch that lingered too long. He's the boy they warned me about-inked, broken, addicted to danger. My stepbrother. The walking sin who thrives off chaos and knows exactly how to make a good girl come undone. We were forced into this family. But I was the one who let him into my bed. My head. My heart. He tastes like trouble. Kisses like he owns my soul. And when he tells me I'm his-even if the world burns for it-I believe him. Because I didn't just fall for my stepbrother. I fell into the darkness with him. And now, I don't want to find the light.”