Prologue

Faye didn’t cry when she walked out of Liam’s apartment for the last time. She didn’t slam the door or scream or even look back. She just left quietly, like the slow closing of a book you thought you’d never finish. The kind of ending that doesn’t feel like an explosion, but more like air slipping out of a balloon: silent, weightless, inevitable.

Their love had become a routine of apologies and silence, kisses that tasted like old wine, and mornings spent pretending everything was fine. When it ended, it wasn’t tragic—it was tired.

So, on a Friday night, three weeks later, she found herself at a bar she never would’ve gone to with Liam. The kind with warm lighting, half-price drinks, and music that made your chest vibrate. It smelled like citrus and cologne, like possibility.

That’s when she met them.

Malex had that effortlessly magnetic presence—tousled hair, rings on every other finger, and a laugh that made you forget your own name. Enzo was quieter, moodier, with sharp eyes and a voice like velvet dipped in secrets. They walked in together, fingers brushing, sharing glances that said more than words ever could.

And yet, they noticed her.

A stolen glance became a shared smile. A shared smile became a conversation. And just like that, Faye found herself somewhere she hadn’t expected to be: standing between two men already in love—with each other—and yet, somehow, pulling her into their orbit.

They were both bisexual. Both bold. Both dangerously intriguing. And suddenly, Faye wasn’t just healing from a breakup anymore. She was stepping into something strange and new, something uncharted—equal parts terrifying and thrilling.

It was never supposed to be anything. Just a drink. Just a night.

But nothing was simple after that. Not Malex. Not Enzo. And definitely not the way her heart started to split in two directions, unsure which way to beat.

The beginning of the end had been quiet.
This? This was the start of chaos.