What if your childhood fairytales were never meant to save you… but to warn you?
SHE THOUGHT SHE WAS THERE FOR ONE NIGHT. HE NEVER PLANNED TO LET HER LEAVE
Tahlia “Tinkerbell” Fernwynd doesn’t believe in fairy tales Not after what men have done to her. She keeps her head down, her body guarded, and her rage buried beneath pink lipstick and sharp smiles.
She’s not soft. She’s not sweet. She’s a girl made of shattered glass – and she’s survived every monster so far. UNTIL HIM
They call him Hook. Cold. Untouchable. A myth wrapped in money, violence, and the silver hook that replaced his hand. He doesn’t f*ck. He owns. He doesn’t love. He obsesses.
And when Tahlia walks into his room, he knows exactly what she is. Not a girl. Not a client. Not a toy. A possession. The one he’s been waiting for.
And he’ll break her inch by inch until she remembers what she’s always been. HIS.
