I’m eighteen and the man who’s been watching every step of my life finally stopped hiding in the shadows. One party. One debt that was never mine.
Noah doesn’t ask permission. He doesn’t offer choices. He just takes.
No escape, no hero, no tidy ending.
There’s only the boy who waited thirteen years, the girl who finally stopped running, and the ever after I’m learning to breathe inside—one basement, one pair of blood-stained boots, and one thank you I whispered against a chest that still smells like cedar and murder.
I wear the collar. I meant the thank you. And some nights I don’t even hate how perfectly it fits.
If you’re looking for a hero, close the book. If you want something that will live under your skin long after the last page… keep turning.
No HEA. Just an Ever After. Reader discretion is advised. You’ve been warned.
~Faith
Before You Read
This is not a romance.
Trigger Warnings Read every single one. These are not suggestions.
• Stalking and long-term premeditated surveillance
• Extreme obsessive and possessive behavior
• Non-consensual and dubious consent sexual content, including somnophilia
• Rape — between main characters, multiple instances
• Kidnapping and unlawful confinement
• Grooming themes (begins when the female main character is a minor)
• Coercive control, gaslighting, and psychological manipulation
• Physical violence and intimidation
• Off-page murder
• Blood and injury detail
• Drug use and drug-related coercion
• Parental death (referenced)
• Psychological conditioning and trauma responses
• A female main character whose internal world is intentionally altered without apology
• Toxic relationship dynamics portrayed without resolution, critique, or rescue
• No HEA — just an Ever After
If any of these are hard limits for you, close the page now. There is no safe word once you start reading.
If you choose to continue… Welcome home, Doll.