A Christmas party shrouded in heat and steam. Krampus has his naughty list, and he’s doling out punishments twice. Customer service on Christmas Eve is its own circle of hell.
My only escape is the bathhouse—a steam-filled sanctuary of monsters and anonymity. I came to forget the ringing phones, but instead, I found him. Krampus.
Towering, fur-covered, and radiating dark power. He didn’t come for the party. He came because he smells the resentment clinging to my skin.
He knows I’ve been a naughty boy, and he has a private room waiting just for me. He has a bundle of birch and a lesson to teach. He’s going to break me down.
He’s going to claim me until I forget everything but his name. I wanted a silent night. But what I got was a beating and salvation.
