Twenty-three men died at the Iron Seraphs’ clubhouse on Valentine’s Day.
I should have been number twenty-four.
I was the bartender.
The invisible man.
The one who hid in a supply closet while the world ended in gunfire and screaming.
I thought if I stayed quiet enough, death would pass me by.
I was wrong.
Death has a name.
It’s Reaper.
He found me in the dark.
He didn’t put a bullet in my head.
He didn’t drag me out with the rest of the bodies.
He took me home.
Now I’m locked inside his quarters at the Hell’s Reckoning compound.
I’m not a guest.
I’m not a prisoner.
I’m something else entirely.
‘You’re not a survivor, Corbin,’ he told me. ‘You’re a souvenir.’
Reaper doesn’t want to love me.
He doesn’t want to fix me.
He just wants to own me.
And the terrifying truth is…
I might let him.
Content Warning: Graphic violence, psychological trauma, and possessive relationships. This is not a hapily ever after redemption romance.
Genre: Gay Romance
I should have been number twenty-four.
I was the bartender.
The invisible man.
The one who hid in a supply closet while the world ended in gunfire and screaming.
I thought if I stayed quiet enough, death would pass me by.
I was wrong.
Death has a name.
It’s Reaper.
He found me in the dark.
He didn’t put a bullet in my head.
He didn’t drag me out with the rest of the bodies.
He took me home.
Now I’m locked inside his quarters at the Hell’s Reckoning compound.
I’m not a guest.
I’m not a prisoner.
I’m something else entirely.
‘You’re not a survivor, Corbin,’ he told me. ‘You’re a souvenir.’
Reaper doesn’t want to love me.
He doesn’t want to fix me.
He just wants to own me.
And the terrifying truth is…
I might let him.
Content Warning: Graphic violence, psychological trauma, and possessive relationships. This is not a hapily ever after redemption romance.
Genre: Gay Romance
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