He used to be the boy who walked me home. The boy I tutored math in high school. The boy who knew my scars and secrets.
Now he’s a man built for war—
and I don’t know how to breathe around him.
Isaac Rayleigh is fury in ink and muscle.
He is both the boy who shattered my heart in a dozen quiet ways…
and the man wants to piece it back together.
He’s everywhere.
Guarding. Watching. Wanting.
Kissing me like I belong to him.
But I don’t do belonging. Not anymore.
Because when you grow up the way I did—when your own blood turns on you—you learn fast: nothing comes without a cost. Not safety. Not love. Not him.
Only now he’s saying he wants it all.
My past. My body. My future.
He’s calling me his.
And God help me, I think I want to be.
