Jude Piaf has a talent for self-destruction. A year after his last dynamic ended and took everything with it — his community, his joy, his appetite for living — he’s still picking up the pieces.
He swore off kink. He swore off Daddies. He swore off feeling anything that could be taken away. Then Ford Ridden walks into BratWorld in a button-down shirt and ruins everything.
Ford is fifty-three, composed, and certain of exactly one thing: he does not do brats. He has a daughter to raise, a choir to direct, and a life built on structure and discipline.
He has no room for chaos.
Jude is chaos. But somewhere between a church choir, a kneeling cushion, and a vestry floor, Ford stops running from what he wants — and Jude starts believing he deserves it.
