Lavender

Paris was never supposed to be mine. Neither was him. Kier Begonia knows how to survive in rooms that don’t want him. He wears charm like armor, wit like a blade, and keeps his heart locked behind languages no one bothers to learn. Lavender Aquila owns power the way other men own breath—effortlessly, dangerously, and without apology. His world is marble floors, whispered deals, and ghosts that never stay buried. When Kier is pulled into Lavender’s orbit, the line between interpreter and possession begins to blur. Old money and old wounds collide in Paris, where cigars burn, cards are dealt, and every look carries a price. There are ghosts here— of youth squandered, love misused, and choices that never really go away. And the closer Kier gets, the more he realizes some dangers don’t come with guns or knives… They come with a hand at your back. A name spoken in Greek. And the unbearable question of whether you were ever meant to belong. A slow-burn, high-tension story about power, obsession, jealousy, and the quiet violence of wanting what you shouldn’t.