Under Moonlight's Spell

Never judge a book by its cover.We have all heard this saying. In this story, it is implemented a little too hard — and honestly? Good.Meet Moonlight Zain-Dyson.He has lived in the Dyson mansion since he was four years old, when his father married his childhood sweetheart. The tiny auburn-haired boy who arrived with his father and promptly rearranged the emotional furniture of the entire household without even trying. He grew up filling every room with warmth, with violin music at midnight, with pink and roses and a smile so easy and so genuine that people have been helpless against it for as long as anyone can remember.He is twenty-two now. The curly hair is still there. So are the pink flower glasses and the little white dog and the glasshouse full of roses that no one else is allowed to enter — his secret hideout from the world.His new stepfather had two sons when he first moved in. One was welcoming. The other? Let's just say he has never once looked at Moonlight warmly in his entire life.Noah Dyson. Thirty years old. CEO of the company passed down from his grandparents. A man who despises femboys and wears his homophobia like a second skin — quietly, coldly, and consistently.But here is the thing.Moonlight Zain-Dyson is not what he appears to be.And neither, for that matter, is Noah.Same city. Same mission. Same target.Eighteen years under the same roof.Different masks.Zero idea.The boy Noah has spent half his life resenting and the operative he has been unknowingly working alongside are the same person.He is going to find out.Nothing will be the same when he does.UNDER MOONLIGHT'S SPELLEighteen years of secrets living under the same roof.Come for the soft boy with the pink glasses.Stay for the slow burn that will completely ruin you.It was never what it looked like.It was never going to end well.And you are going to love every second of it.