Chapter 1
In a quiet neighborhood tucked away from the rest of the world, where the roar of a motorcycle replaced the chirp of suburban birds, he lived — Adam. 6'2, brown-haired, sun-kissed skin, and sharp features carved like he had been touched by something divine. Girls whispered about him. Mothers warned about him. But no one dared approach.
Except I, who watched him. I noticed him. Every glance I stole out my window, every quiet moment my heart beat a little faster when his engine growled past my house. But I never approached — convinced he hadn't noticed me.
I was wrong.
One night, when the street was still and moonlight cast silver shadows, Adam appeared at my door, uninvited and unafraid. "You think I don't see you? Every time you look like you've swallowed a secret you're scared to confess."
I froze, stunned.
"I mean you're my neighbor," I murmured, trying to stay composed, "It's not like you're invisible."
His eyes locked with mine, intensity burning through the night air. "No, sweetheart. I'm anything but invisible to you."
Something cracked open in me. I stepped aside, letting him in. With the door closed behind me, my whisper trembled into the air — "I'm... yours."
He didn't need permission to cross the space between us. Touching me like he already knew every curve and thought I ever had. He made promises with every kiss, every breath, until I unraveled beneath him in a storm of sensation and truth.
I'd dreamed of this. And now it was real.
The night turned into something darker, deeper — not just lust, but understanding. I told him I thought he wasn't interested. He laughed softly, brushing hair from my face, "I wanted to stay away because I didn't want to break you. But now I just want to be the reason you burn."
I told him I didn't care about his past. His voice cracked when he said, "You should." But I silenced him with kisses, promising, "I'll love you. Dark side and all."
But love has a way of revealing shadows.
Days later, a mysterious woman — Leah — arrived at my door. Beautiful, poised, and venom-laced, she spoke one word that chilled me: Redhook.
My father, thought to be long gone, returned suddenly, warning me. Not everything was as it seemed. Files were discovered — locked government systems holding secrets about me, Adam… and something else. Something ancient and inhuman.
I suddenly remembered the faceless boy I woul see in my dreams.
The dreams. The flashes. It was always him. I had known him before I knew him.
We saw it all. The memories of him and I...and the plans THEY had for us, which led us to take our destiny in our own hands. On the screen, there were 3 choice:
DEFEND: Trace the signal's origin and destroy the Redhook broadcast array.
DELETE: Attempt to rewrite my own psychic coding, risking total collapse.
OVERRIDE: Merge powers with Adam — rewriting both of our conditions, together. Dangerous. Permanent. Unpredictable.
And the only one that appealed to us was...Override.
We put our hands on the screen, Energy coursing through us, Adam at my side.
We didn't just unlock a secret. We unleashed ourselves.
Together, we destroyed Redhook.
Together, we became more than weapons — more than love.
We became divine.
And as we stood side by side in the aftermath, power humming in our blood and fire blooming across the sky, I whispered the truth neither of us could deny:
"Let's make them remember why they should've feared us."