Two broken men. One court-ordered circle. A love that burns even in the ashes.
Hunter Therapy isn’t going to fix me. Court-ordered, mandatory, whatever they want to call it—it’s just punishment in a circle of strangers. Until him.
Golden curls, painted nails, and a voice too soft for a world this cruel. He looks at me like he sees every scar I’ve tried to bury. And I hate that I want him to keep looking.
Charlie I escaped. The church. The backwoods. The conversion therapy that tried to break me. The city is louder, faster, and sometimes dangerous—but it’s mine. Here, I can breathe.
Here, I’m not the only boy in makeup and chipped nail polish. I’m ready to move on from it all. But then there’s Hunter. Six feet of rage. He terrifies me even as he draws me in.
And he’ll either undo me or be my salvation.
