Resisting Blue (Beautiful Delusions Duet #1)

Prologue

Blue Ivanov

People pretend love is soft. Gentle. A warm hand in the dark.

They lie.

Love is the sharpest blade in the drawer. It cuts before it comforts. And I learned that moment when I realized the difference between a crush and a true obsession.

That's what devotion is, not just some flaky feeling. It's a hunger that crawls under your skin and refuses to leave until it owns every inch of you. The gravity's so heavy, it drags your bones toward one person until you forget how to stand anywhere else.

Most people call that unhealthy.

I call it my center.

Real love isn't balanced. It isn't sweet. It doesn't share space with doubt.

It consumes, devours, and rewrites the shape of your world so completely that the object of your affection becomes the only bright thing in a universe full of static.

That's what Brax O'Malley was supposed to be. My bright thing, full of certainty and overflowing with hunger.

But obsession is a jealous creature. It doesn't vanish just because someone disappoints you. It mutates and sharpens. It finds something new to cling to.

And if the universe wants to throw another man in my path, a man who sees beneath skin and excuses, whose eyes feel like they're peeling me open, well, that's not obsession misbehaving.

It's obsession evolving.

So no, love isn't a feeling. It is a choice. A commitment so fixated it refuses to die, even if everyone's throwing flames on it.

Once my heart settles on someone and they actually see me, it never lets go.

Not ever.

No matter how wrong or dangerous it becomes.