Some stories aren’t just painted in blood—they’re carved into flesh, leaving nothing but ruin in their wake.
I survived his world, but not without changing me. Not without sinking me with him into the void. Turns out, sometimes, in order to set something free, you have to destroy it.
The game isn’t over. The lessons aren’t finished. And the deeper I go, the harder it is to tell where he ends and I begin.
THIS IS NOT A ROMANCE.... THIS IS STOCKHOLM... TOXIC WITH NO - ABSOLUTELY NO HAPPY ENDING.. THIS IS MORE OF PSYCHOLOGICAL EROTIC HORROR.
