Male · web-noval
The nightmares started with blood—my blood—dripping from the sink like a warning I refused to heed. Now Osiris haunts me, his voice slithering through my mind, urging me to embrace the darkness that already flickers in my veins.
"You can't keep pushing everyone away," Neron says, his calloused hand brushing my cheek. His touch burns, not with heat, but with a familiarity that scares me more than
12 Mpopularity