Rule Number One at elite St. Jude Academy: Do not cross Enzo Vasconcelos. He’s the ruthless golden boy who made it his personal mission to turn my senior year into a living hell. Arrogant, untouchable, and dangerously addictive. I hated him. Or at least, I did—until a brutal debt forced us into a secret alliance that changed the rules of our war. Suddenly, every stolen glance is a trap. Every whispered threat in the dark feels like a promise. And when he pins me against the locker room wall and kisses me with bruising, suffocating desperation, my carefully built walls completely shatter. Except the morning after, Enzo looks at me like I’m a disease he needs to cure. He sneers, denies it ever meant a thing, and reminds me of his billionaire bloodline and my place beneath him. He thinks he can break me. He thinks I’ll crawl back. He’s wrong. I’m done running, and I’m done hiding. If Enzo Vasconcelos wants to play dirty, I’ll burn his entire kingdom to the ground—starting with the boy who thinks he owns my heart. Let the games begin.