Catfishing the Captain
It was a godforsaken dare.
If anyone asked Knox why he created a fake profile to mess with the most insufferable bastard alive—his emotionally constipated, tyrannical military captain, Victor Wallace—he’d blame his roommate. Stupid dare. Simple mission. Pretend to be a woman, reel the bastard in, and wreck him.
Easy, right?
Wrong.
What started as a joke spiralled into late-night messages, dangerous vulnerability, and a slow-burning obsession Knox didn’t see coming. Victor wasn’t supposed to open up. Knox wasn’t supposed to care. And yet—here they are, stuck together in a steel tomb of chain-of-command and unchecked tension, where one wrong word could start a fire.
It was supposed to ruin Victor.
Now it’s ruining Knox.
Because when you play games with monsters, don’t be shocked when one starts looking back in the mirror.
This was never just a dare.
Now it’s war.
Read and find out.