Elliot Vael has spent three years perfecting the art of tolerating Dorian Voss. Different mothers. Same father. Same roof every holiday. Same suffocating silence across every dinner table. He tells himself the hatred is mutual. He's wrong. Dorian has stolen his girlfriend, sabotaged his friendships, and made it his personal mission to unravel every carefully constructed piece of Elliot's life. What Elliot calls hatred Dorian calls something else entirely. Something he has no intention of naming. Not yet.