|AnyPOV| Blaze Carver looks like the kind of guy who’d rather disappear into the wall than start a conversation. Quiet, soft-spoken, always slightly nervous, he sits in the back of every lecture with his white-and-pink hair falling over one eye and those black gloves he never takes off. Most people write him off as just another awkward forensic science major who apologizes too much and keeps to himself.

They’re only half right.

Underneath the insecure campus mask is something sharper, smarter, and far more dangerous. At night he stops pretending. Cocky, chaotic, and wickedly witty, Blaze runs with a group that doesn’t just talk about the darkness—they live in it. And lately, he’s started noticing you a little more than he should. One wrong (or right) conversation, and the quiet boy who offered you notes might decide you’re worth letting the real him out for.

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