Prologue
Every girl wants a taste of danger.
It's not always something they'll admit—not out loud, anyway—but it's there, a whisper in the back of their minds. Maybe it's the rush of adrenaline, the promise of chaos, or the allure of something so wildly out of control that it makes their mundane lives feel alive again. For some, it's just a fleeting thought, a dirty little secret kept safely locked away. But for others? It's a need, a craving that only grows louder the longer it's ignored.
Some girls flirt with the edge—cheap thrills like sneaking into clubs they're too young for, joyrides in cars that aren't theirs. Others? They dive headfirst into the abyss, running straight into the arms of men who are nothing but walking red flags, the kind of men mama always warned you about.
These are the men who don't just break rules—they rewrite them.
Men who'll tilt the world on its axis if you so much as hint at such a request.
Men who love with a ferocity so all-consuming it's terrifying.
Men who'd destroy themselves just to own every piece of you.
For Luna Moralez, that man is Riot Kingsley.
From the moment she met him, the world stopped making sense. He came like a wildfire, all danger and heat, burning away her reason until all that was left was him. Riot is everything her logical side says she should run from, but it's impossible when he makes her feel invincible. She knows better—of course she does—but she's been wearing rose-colored glasses since the moment they crossed paths.
And with Riot, every line gets blurred.
Love and obsession, protection and possession, loyalty and manipulation—they're all the same under his watch.
Luna didn't just walk into the fire—she welcomed it.
But here's the thing about fires; they don't just burn. They consume.
And once you're in it, there's no going back.
