What happens when they meet again—
when one can't breathe in the other's presence,
and the other pretends not to feel it?
What happens when the person who once felt like home
now feels like a threat to survival?
Will they recognize each other—
or only the damage they left behind?
Now, fate drags them into the same city again.
Will Ling—cold, feared, untouchable—be able to keep the life she built from the outside looking perfect?
Or will one glance undo months of discipline?
Will Rhea—regal, sharp-tongued, untamed—be able to hide behind ego and rudeness long enough to survive seeing her again?
What happens when they meet as strangers?
When they lie like professionals?
When they fall apart like amateurs?
How many wounds can one glance reopen?
How many crimes can one touch commit?
How long can a lie protect you before it costs more than the truth?
When buried trauma resurfaces—
panic that steals breath,
phobias that paralyze,
blood that shouldn't fall,
memories that refuse to stay dead—
will they confront what they became after losing each other?
Or will they destroy everything else
just to keep pretending they're healed?
Is this a story about moving on—
or about what happens when you never do?
How dark can love turn when it's denied?
How possessive can longing become after betrayal?
How much of yourself can you lose before the bond finally breaks?
And the most dangerous question of all—
what if it never does?
Because some bonds don't break.
They scar. 🖤
Part Two explores obsession after separation, love after betrayal, and the brutal truth that some bonds don't break—
They kill.
For readers who crave slow-burn anguish, morally gray lovers, power imbalance, emotional intimacy, trauma bonds, and a love that refuses to die. This is for you my friend.