HE WANTED A NUMBER. SHE REFUSED TO FORGET HER NAME.
They told me Mercy Falls was an opportunity.
They told my sister it was a scholarship.
They told us the mountain air healed people. That the white halls created leaders. That the cameras were for safety and the rules were for structure.
They lied.
Mercy Falls doesn’t educate.
It selects.
Girls arrive with names, histories, futures—and leave with numbers.
I was Rosalie Grey.
Now I’m Unit 732.
They took my clothes. My freedom. My identity.
But they made one mistake.
They left me angry.
I didn’t know the man watching me through tinted windows before I ever crossed the gates. I didn’t know his name was Killian Saint, or that his family built Mercy Falls into a machine that turns people into possessions.
I didn’t know he would look at me like I wasn’t something to fix—but something to keep.
He’s elegant in the way thunderstorms are elegant. Controlled. Cold. Beautiful enough to make you forget he’s dangerous until it’s too late.
Killian was supposed to break me.
Instead—he became obsessed with the one girl in Mercy Falls who refuses to kneel.
Now every punishment feels personal.
Every victory tastes like blood.
And the deeper I fall into Mercy Falls, the more terrifying the truth becomes:
Killian Saint doesn’t want obedience.
He wants devotion.
And I would rather burn this place to the ground than give it to him.
KILLING ROSALIE is a dark, high-heat institutional romance filled with obsession, psychological warfare, captivity, dangerous devotion, and morally black characters.
This is not a story about healing.
This is a story about surviving long enough to become impossible to control.
Welcome to Mercy Falls.
Don’t expect to leave with your name.
WARNING: Intended for mature readers. Contains dark themes, violence, coercive environments, obsession, and morally dark characters. Please check content warnings before reading.
They told me Mercy Falls was an opportunity.
They told my sister it was a scholarship.
They told us the mountain air healed people. That the white halls created leaders. That the cameras were for safety and the rules were for structure.
They lied.
Mercy Falls doesn’t educate.
It selects.
Girls arrive with names, histories, futures—and leave with numbers.
I was Rosalie Grey.
Now I’m Unit 732.
They took my clothes. My freedom. My identity.
But they made one mistake.
They left me angry.
I didn’t know the man watching me through tinted windows before I ever crossed the gates. I didn’t know his name was Killian Saint, or that his family built Mercy Falls into a machine that turns people into possessions.
I didn’t know he would look at me like I wasn’t something to fix—but something to keep.
He’s elegant in the way thunderstorms are elegant. Controlled. Cold. Beautiful enough to make you forget he’s dangerous until it’s too late.
Killian was supposed to break me.
Instead—he became obsessed with the one girl in Mercy Falls who refuses to kneel.
Now every punishment feels personal.
Every victory tastes like blood.
And the deeper I fall into Mercy Falls, the more terrifying the truth becomes:
Killian Saint doesn’t want obedience.
He wants devotion.
And I would rather burn this place to the ground than give it to him.
KILLING ROSALIE is a dark, high-heat institutional romance filled with obsession, psychological warfare, captivity, dangerous devotion, and morally black characters.
This is not a story about healing.
This is a story about surviving long enough to become impossible to control.
Welcome to Mercy Falls.
Don’t expect to leave with your name.
WARNING: Intended for mature readers. Contains dark themes, violence, coercive environments, obsession, and morally dark characters. Please check content warnings before reading.