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ONE MOMENT. TWO MASKS. THREE CHASES INTO THE NIGHT. They’re supposed to be enemies. It takes one night with a masked man to change that all. They crave the next touch of the person they hate the most. Desperate for that next taste of the person they can’t stand. Waiting for that anonymous text message to accelerate their heartbeats. The thrill of the chase with the forbidden fruit is enough to blur the lines and the world around them. The first problem? They both have girlfriends. The worst problem? They’re stepbrothers. This story comes with extremely triggering content. Please read the triggers before continuing.

REMY: Six years ago, I made the critical mistake of falling in love with my best friend. Even worse? He fell for me too. But beautiful things are fleeting. The onset of my depression blinded me to the warning signs and when I needed him most, he vanished with only a cryptic note. Now, as I finish college in the town we swore we’d escape, I’m finding myself more lost than ever. Trying to drown out the misery in my mind, I tag along to a party when the ghost of my past returns looking as haunted as me. I can’t fall for Win Rhodes again. I won’t survive it. But he’s not giving me a choice. WIN: It should’ve been a wake-up call to move back home with my parents after failing out of college and getting discharged from rehab. But that would imply I have something to live for. Idiotically, I agree to attend a rager, either from boredom or an innate drive to sabotage my sobriety, I’m not sure. Though, all plans of nose-diving into my vices come to a screeching halt when I stumble across him. My sunshine boy. The very one I had to leave behind. I think I’ve rediscovered my Make Remy Sullivan mine again.

He's the one I swore I'd never ever fall for. A teammate’s betrayal. A banishment. A secret revealed. That’s all it took to unravel my life at the seams. The punishment for my past mistakes goes further than expulsion, and penance can only come from the worst hell Summer camp. Ten weeks spent wrangling a bunch of kids is bad enough, only to get worse when I meet my new co-counselor. The back-stabber himself. Kaleb LaMothe. Being forced to coexist adds more tension to our already shaky foundation, but it also pushes us to uncover deeper parts of each other. Until animosity becomes a feeling far more dangerous. An attraction so potent, I lose sight of why I’m stuck in the wilderness to begin with. And if I’m not careful, I might lose something else entirely. Like my heart. \*𝘕𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘐 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘢𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘱 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘴, 𝘨𝘳𝘶𝘥𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘔𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘏𝘰𝘰𝘥, 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘻𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘱 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘤7

Felix Dancing is everything to me. It’s the mother I lost, the father who never sees me. It’s the fiery love of my life, and I’ll defend it to my last breath—that’s what it means to be the lead principal at one of the best ballet companies in the world. Just when I thought I was on top, my greatest rival—my eternal nemesis—waltzes back into my Nicoló Savini. The ache in my bones and the bane of my existence. If he thinks I’ll sit back and let him steal my spotlight, he’s sorely mistaken. No one’s taking this from me—not my father, not my ridiculously hot rival, and certainly not the confusing feelings that twist inside me every time I see Nico dance up close. He’ll regret coming here, to my city, my company. I’ll make damn sure of it. Nico Felix Taylor-Brooke has been my fiercest competition for years. I should loathe everything about his entitlement, his arrogance, that painfully captivating beauty. Felix was born for ballet; I was forged by it. People call us rivals, but that’s just the surface matter. Anyone who bothers to look any closer would see there’s something else simmering beneath, something we’ve both been fighting against for years. When I walked away from ballet two years ago, I thought I was free. But then I was offered the one thing I’d always wanted, and I knew I’d regret not seeing this through. I know he’ll hate it, and I know he’ll likely make my life a waking nightmare, but honestly, I don’t sleep that well anyway. We might kill each other, but if we don’t, then we might be about to take on the greatest roles of our lives.