Sour Kiss, Sweet Kill
A travel vlogger mocked for her “sour scent” becomes a psycho couple’s favorite prey—until her mafia ex abducts her to “protect” her, throwing her into a dead carnival massacre and a final base where survival turns into revenge.
Luna Vale is a gorgeous travel vlogger with a viral curse: people online call her “not fragrant,” a walking joke in crop tops and confidence. But in the forbidden borderland known as the Blank Zone, her “sour scent” doesn’t repel—it summons predators. A psycho couple begins stalking her like she’s a chosen offering, and every escape only tightens the hunt. Just when Luna thinks she’s finally free, a black car stops beside her… and Cole Ardent, her mafia ex, drags her into his arms—by force. He claims it’s protection, but his love has always been a cage. When Cole dumps her in a “safe” carnival hideout with one rule—two days max—Luna stays anyway… and wakes up inside a closed amusement park that still “operates” at night, filled with fake crowds and a laughing clown who kills like it’s entertainment. By the time Luna reaches the last safe house, she realizes the truth: she was never escaping. She was being delivered—into the psycho couple’s main base… where revenge is the only way out.
Luna Vale built her career on being fearless—beautiful, loud, and untouchable on camera. The internet mocks her for a weird “sour scent,” turning her into a meme… but Luna laughs it off, because haters don’t pay her bills. Until she crosses into the Blank Zone: a forbidden rural borderland where villages don’t exist on maps, signals die without warning, and outsiders vanish without headlines. There, Luna learns the truth—her scent isn’t a joke. It’s a trigger. A psycho couple doesn’t chase her for money or revenge… they chase her because they want her, the way collectors want rare, living things.
When Luna is finally cornered, the last person she expects appears—Cole Ardent, her mafia ex. He abducts her “for her safety,” forcing her into his protection like she’s still his. Luna hates him for it… but Cole is the only thing standing between her and monsters that don’t stop. Their love turns into a war of control, heat, and survival—until Cole drops her at a carnival hideout with one warning: don’t stay longer than two days. Luna stays anyway. On day three, the carnival wakes up—fake crowds, real blood, and a clown who turns fear into a show. Luna escapes, but her mistake follows her home… leading her straight into the psycho couple’s main base, where Cole is waiting—alive, broken, restrained. And Luna realizes: she’s done running. If they want a prey, she’ll give them one—then spit back.