If Peter Pan grew up, he wouldn’t be saving girls like Wendy. He’d be ruining them. He was my best friend’s brother. My first crush. My last mistake.
Peter Hale isn’t the boy who used to steal my hair ties and call me trouble.
He’s the man who shows up in all the places I swore I’d never be— the alley behind the club, the corner booth I use to disappear, the dark that always seems to find me first.
He shouldn’t look at me like that. He shouldn’t remember what I sound like when I beg. But he does.
And I can’t decide if I want to ruin him or let him finish what he started years ago.
Because the rule was simple— Don’t touch your sister’s best friend. Don’t fall for the monster who wants you anyway.
But Peter was never good at following rules. And I was never good at surviving men like him.
Now he’s back. And this time, when he says my name, it sounds like a sin.
A pitch-black, forbidden dark romance about obsession, trauma, and the kind of love that doesn’t ask for permission—it takes it.
