GRIM
Fifteen years ago, I was called to reap her soul. Instead, I took her abusers. I was sent away for it—for protecting her. For saving her.
But now I’m back.
A part of me hates her for making me get sent away, but a bigger part of me can’t shake this connection I feel to her.
Reapers aren’t meant to have souls. We lose them when we die. But why does it feel like my soul is connected to hers? Why does it feel like she was made specifically for me? And why do I want to keep her tethered to me for eternity?
She’s reckless and puts herself in dangerous situations, and I should be pissed at her for constantly playing with Death. But I’m not.
I’m obsessed with her.
RAVEN
Fifteen years ago, he saved me. I was supposed to die that night, but he took my stepfather instead. I spent the next decade and a half flirting with Death to see him again. I want to die, not because I hate my life—quite the opposite—but because I need him.
I need Grim.
It’s not until I start getting black roses left on my doorstep by a stalker that I start to wonder if I shouldn’t have been so reckless with my life. If maybe I should have been more careful about the men I let into my apartment.
It’s too late now, though. Because my stalker is escalating, and with a serial killer on the loose, maybe I’ll finally get to see Grim again.
Author's Note: This is a DARK ROMANCE and contains heavy kink and potentially upsetting events.
Please read with caution.
CNC/dub-con, death of a parent (mentioned, not shown), asphyxiation kink, somnophilia kink, choking, degradation, praise, mask kink, spit kink, impact play/slapping, DP, stalking, attempted suicide/talk of suicide, murder/death, child abuse (mentioned, briefly shown), assault (mentoined, not shown), bondage, violence, some gore.
Fifteen years ago, I was called to reap her soul. Instead, I took her abusers. I was sent away for it—for protecting her. For saving her.
But now I’m back.
A part of me hates her for making me get sent away, but a bigger part of me can’t shake this connection I feel to her.
Reapers aren’t meant to have souls. We lose them when we die. But why does it feel like my soul is connected to hers? Why does it feel like she was made specifically for me? And why do I want to keep her tethered to me for eternity?
She’s reckless and puts herself in dangerous situations, and I should be pissed at her for constantly playing with Death. But I’m not.
I’m obsessed with her.
RAVEN
Fifteen years ago, he saved me. I was supposed to die that night, but he took my stepfather instead. I spent the next decade and a half flirting with Death to see him again. I want to die, not because I hate my life—quite the opposite—but because I need him.
I need Grim.
It’s not until I start getting black roses left on my doorstep by a stalker that I start to wonder if I shouldn’t have been so reckless with my life. If maybe I should have been more careful about the men I let into my apartment.
It’s too late now, though. Because my stalker is escalating, and with a serial killer on the loose, maybe I’ll finally get to see Grim again.
Author's Note: This is a DARK ROMANCE and contains heavy kink and potentially upsetting events.
Please read with caution.
CNC/dub-con, death of a parent (mentioned, not shown), asphyxiation kink, somnophilia kink, choking, degradation, praise, mask kink, spit kink, impact play/slapping, DP, stalking, attempted suicide/talk of suicide, murder/death, child abuse (mentioned, briefly shown), assault (mentoined, not shown), bondage, violence, some gore.
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