Amora is that girl in the courtroom—brains, beauty, and a rep that demands respect. But behind that bossed-up facade? She’s carrying a secret that could end her whole career. She’s breaking on the inside while trying to keep it all cute on the outside.

Then boom—enter Saint Valentine. Not just a name, but a whole experience. He’s dangerous, cold, unpredictable... and fine as hell. He runs his empire off fear, but the moment he sees Amora in the middle of his business, something shifts. He don’t do soft, but this woman got him feeling real unfamiliar.

Now let’s talk about the moment. Amora catches a scene she ain’t supposed to, and suddenly Saint has to decide—handle her or protect her. Spoiler: He chooses both.

Amora’s smart enough to run, but baby, she’s also intrigued. Saint pulls up with that slow-burn energy, full of BDE and blueberries—yes, blueberries, don’t play. He invades her space, her mind, and her heart without asking. And you’d think it’d be toxic (it kinda is), but the way he builds her up when she’s crumbling? Yeah... it hits.

Their chemistry? Off the charts. The push and pull, the silent moments, the tension—it’s giving dark, sexy, chaotic love, and I was all the way tapped in.

But listen, I needed more. The drama with her daddy pushing Nathan like he’s the last man on Earth? That was brushed past too fast. And that ending? Nah, that ain’t closure, that’s a setup. I’m definitely coming back for part two.

Four stars because Saint, Amora, and the blueberries did what needed to be done—but I’m not done with them yet.