Luke Santiago has lived his entire life as a ghost in his own story.
Twenty-four years of being too big, too quiet, too much for anyone to see clearly. Until Jaime Caron looks at him like he's been searching for him forever.
Luke doesn't question the hunger in Jaime's eyes, the way his hands grip too tightly right from the outset, drowning and salvation all at once. When you've been starving your whole life, you don't analyze the feast. You just eat.
What Luke can't know is that Jaime shares his consciousness with Alex—eleven years of shared breath, shared being, shared everything. What Luke can't see is that when Jaime touches him, he's touching someone else entirely. Someone who looks exactly like Luke but exists only behind closed eyes.
As Luke falls into a love that was never meant for him, Jaime loses himself in fantasies that threaten to destroy the most perfect bond he's ever known while Alex watches, helpless, as the man he loves breaks him for someone wearing his face.
When the truth shatters everything they thought they knew about love, desire, and identity, all three will have to decide what's real—and whether some hungers are worth the devastation they leave behind.
A raw, unflinching exploration of plural identity and the dangerous territory where love becomes obsession.