He was my husband’s brother. And the first man to ever watch me burn.
When I walked out on my marriage, I didn’t have a plan. Just a broken heart, a suitcase full of secrets, and a scream lodged in my throat.
Griffin Winward found me when I was at my lowest—alone, shattered, and hunted by the ghost of the man I used to love.
He didn’t save me.
He claimed me.
He watched me before I ever knew his name. He drew me into a world of leather, blood, and silence. And with every rule he broke, every line he crossed, I unraveled beneath him.
Because obsession isn’t always loud. Sometimes, it waits in the dark. Sometimes, it rides a motorcycle and wears a leather jacket like a second skin. Sometimes, it’s the only thing keeping you alive.