Description

He is the harbinger of death I am a savior of lives Together were a paradox that should never work

The only unpredictability I allow in my structured life is my work as a trauma surgeon That comes to a halt when a young feral goth biker decides I am his

The gifts he sends me are downright creepy But the scars his tattoos fail to hide make me want to protect him from the world

When a security threat forces the hospital into lockdown Blooms feral nature takes over

He doesnt care how many die as long as I make it out alive Only then do I understand how unhinged he truly is But when he whispers Its November my protective instincts kicks in

Hes mine scars chaos and all

Contains mature themes