His to Ruin (The Sanctuary #1)

I came to Paris to reinvent myself.

A year abroad. A camera slung over my shoulder. Sunlit cafés. Moody photos. A prettier version of my life, curated for strangers who double-tap and scroll past.

I wasn’t looking for trouble. I definitely wasn’t looking for him.

Connor Ward.

He doesn’t belong in my carefully framed world. He’s rough-edged and unreadable, with eyes that linger too long and a presence that tilts the air around him. He moves through the city like he owns its shadows. Like rules don’t apply to him, and neither do consequences.

I don’t know what he does. I only know he’s dangerous. That there are doors in Paris that only open for him, and that once I step through one, there’s no going back to the girl I was before.

He says he’s not the kind of man you fall for. He’s the kind of man who ruins you. And maybe that’s exactly what I need. Because once he decides I’m his, Paris is no longer a dream. It’s a descent.

And I don’t want to be saved.