His to Break , Mine to Burn ~~
Prologue ~~
Unknown
We were never strangers.
Even before we met, we were circling each other like smoke and fire—drawn, doomed, inevitable.
Unknown
I am here to kill him.
With a smile on my lips and a lie in my heart. Because I’d already seen him. Watched him. Wanted him.
Not for the kill.
For the craving.
Unknown
He moved like sin wrapped in silk. The kind of man who didn’t just steal power—he devoured it. And I was supposed to be his end.
But the second his eyes found mine across the room, I knew I’d already lost. Because monsters recognize their own.
And I was starving.
Unknown
She thought she was hunting me.
Deadly.
I let her watch. Let her think she had the upper hand. I’d felt her eyes long before I saw her face—and when I finally did, it felt like looking into the version of myself I’d tried to bury. Beautiful. Deadly. Mine.
Unknown
She walked in like temptation with a body count. Wore red like a warning, smiled like she knew how I'd die.
She was wrong.
Unknown
She would be the one to fall. To burn. To break.
And I’d be right there to catch her—
Wrap her in chains made of kisses and promises, and make her thank me for every bruise I carved into her soul.
We were poison and gasoline. Fire and sharp edges.
And when we collided, the world didn’t stand a chance.
Not because we were in love.
But because we were obsessed.
With the danger.
With the control.
With each other.
Author’s POV
She was here to kill him.
He was waiting to own her.
Neither flinched when they met—two predators, one game. She wore her smile like a weapon. He wore his power like a crown.
They weren’t looking for love.
They were looking for war.
And they found it—in each other.
Obsession was instant. Destruction was inevitable.
And once their hands touched, it was already too late.
This story doesn’t end with a kiss.
It ends in ruin.
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