Overview

We stood in blood together. Everything else came after.

The first time Rowan inserts himself into my life, I kill a man.

He doesn’t threaten me. He doesn’t call the police.
He watches.
Assesses.
And decides to keep me.

By the time I find him in my life, pretending this is a coincidence is already impossible.

Rowan doesn’t ask permission to stay close. He shows up where I work and where I live, slipping into the cracks of my carefully controlled life. Every offer feels optional. It’s an illusion.

Violence bound us before desire ever entered the equation. Blood came first. Obsession followed. I don’t choose Rowan because he’s gentle. Choosing him is inevitable.

And once he decides I’m his, there’s no version of my life where he isn’t already inside it.