LOGINCONTENT WARNING: This book is a dark MM romance and is purely fiction. None of the deplorable actions of the characters are acceptable in any way or form. ------------------------------------- Some traps are impossible to escape… especially the ones you walk into. Julian Cross has always been a good person. Soft-spoken and loyal, he’s the kind of person people trust… and use. He’s also been in love with his best friend for as long as he can remember. So when his best friend asks for one thing, just one thing to make him happy, Julian says yes. All he has to do is get close to Nikolai Soren. A man who is cold, untouchable, dangerous. A man who doesn’t feel, doesn’t care, and doesn’t let anyone get close enough to matter. It should have been simple. A game. A plan. A means to an end. But nothing about Nikolai is simple. Not the way he looks at Julian like he already owns him. Not the way his touch burns, leaving behind something darker than desire. Not the way Julian starts to crave him… even when he knows he shouldn’t. Even when he knows it can cost him everything. Because Nikolai isn’t just a man. He’s control wrapped in violence. Obsession disguised as restraint. And once he decides something belongs to him… he doesn’t let it go. What started as a game… ends as an obsession. Now Julian is caught between loyalty and temptation, truth and deception, control and chaos. And the deeper he falls into Nikolai’s world, the harder it becomes to remember— Was he ever the one playing the game? Or was he the target all along?
View MoreNIKOLAII stay silent, my heart pounding hard. Whether in fear or anger, I don’t know.Maybe it’s both.My silence is enough of an answer for Caleb.“Fuck, Nikolai,” he curses.My jaw tightens. “He knows enough.”“That’s not an answer.”“He knows I’m not exactly a good person.”“That’s one hell of an understatement. But it’s not what I’m asking. I asked if he knows about her. About your—”I cut him off before he can continue. “Fuck, Caleb. Can you let me breathe for one second? Why do you always have to interfere when I’m happy? Why do you have to try and ruin everything?”My voice rises toward the end, my breaths coming out in pants.For a second, I think Julian might hear and come downstairs but I’m relieved when I hear no footsteps.Caleb’s expression softens as he stares at me.“You know I’m not doing this out of malice.”I scoff. “Bullshit.”“Believe what you want. It’s the truth. You know I’m right and that he needs to know. He needs to know everything about you. And that includ
NIKOLAII’m in the living room that evening watching a documentary when Caleb appears.I sigh the instant I see him.Of course. The day has been going almost too perfectly, aside from that little hiccup Julian and I had in the morning, with Julian wanting to be in my presence and spending time with me all day.He only kicked me out of my own room this evening because he had an assignment to work on and he needed to ‘focus.’As if he couldn’t do that with me in the room.Anyway, I’m not surprised Caleb has come to ruin that peace.Even though I ignore his presence and don’t acknowledge him, he comes to sit beside me on the couch anyway.That’s never enough to stop him.We stay in silence for a while, neither of us willing to speak up first, as he stares at the television.I know it’s not like he’s enjoying it. He can’t even stand documentaries. He finds them boring and in his own words, “Why do I have to sit down for two hours and watch someone tell me something I can just find out mys
JULIANThat shouldn’t make my stomach flutter but it does anyway.I take another sip and lean against the counter.“So… what are we doing today?”He does a double take, as if surprised that I’m considering spending the day with him, rather than rejecting him as usual.“Up to you,” he replies, as a slow grin spreads across his face.“Or perhaps we should just stay home,” I say thoughtfully. “You must be tired. I’m sure you didn’t get much sleep.”“I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.”I study him carefully. “You spent the entire night cleaning again, didn’t you?”He shrugs stiffly. “Maybe.”“We need to talk about that.”“Trust me, I’m used to it. You’d be surprised how much I have to do it on the regular.”“It’s not about that. It’s about the fact that it’s not exactly healthy. Especially if you’re using it as some form of coping mechanism.”He scoffs. “Nice, Julian. When did you turn into a psychologist?”“You’re right. I’m not one. But maybe you do need one. Or a psychiatrist. I’m not sur
JULIANThe next morning when I wake up, I’m not surprised the other side of the bed is empty.I’d be surprised if Nikolai went back to sleep after all that. Something tells me this isn’t the first time this has happened.For a few seconds, I lie perfectly still as I recollect the events of last night slash the early hours of this morning.I’m not sure of what to do with the new information I’ve learned. With seeing the boy behind the supposed monster.It’s a bit disconcerting to try to fit the man before me with the boy he was or the man he could’ve been if that boy had been protected. If he’d, perhaps, met someone kinder.Someone that didn’t punish him for not being like everyone else.I push myself upright and rub my eyes.Thankfully, it’s Saturday, which means I don’t have anywhere urgent to be. No reason to rush out of bed.Yet, I feel restless.My eyes drift toward the bedroom door. I wonder where Nikolai is.If he’s downstairs still performing whatever strange ritual he does to
JULIANThe words settle between us, heavy with something unspoken.It sounds like a warning. Or an invitation. I’m not sure which.I just know, even with my senses tingling, I still don’t step back. I don’t walk away like I should.Around us, the party is still going on, loud and messy. But at that
JULIANHe walks across the room like he owns it. Like everything around him bends to his will.People move out of his way wordlessly as he passes, as if under a spell, creating a space for him to walk freely.His eyes flick over my face as he approaches, slow and assessing, like he’s cataloguing so
JULIANI hate going to parties. Always have, ever since I was a kid.Maybe it’s the noise, or it’s the being around people, or maybe it’s the forced social interaction.Whatever it is, I do my best to avoid parties.But one thing I can’t do is say no to Theo.Which is how I find myself in Rose Cla
NIKOLAIThe saws whir to life, drowning out the sound of anything else.The thick metallic smell of blood hangs in the air, almost overwhelming the rest of my senses.I focus on the process, not the body beneath my hands. I concentrate my attention on making clean lines, on making accurate, control












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