Camilo lives the life of a madman. Everybody knows him. Everybody knows he has blood on his hands. Everybody knows he went crazy, haunted by ghosts of his past and the spirits of the desert. But in a world where even the Gods have died and left nothing but blood and pain, his insanity keeps him alive in a way that is more than just survival. And when he was presented with a way to get to a place where he would be safe, what else could he do but take a job he knew would be dangerous? Even if it means endangering and manipulating a child he just met, lying to the people he had grown into calling his family and having to confront his brother, whom he had tried to run away from, for so long.

Philip squirmed between his arms. His lips were cold against his own. But damn it was good. So good. Fuck. How did he even get in this situation?! Dating a serial killer?? This was insane!! Philip shuddered. He couldn't imagine what else he had done. Philip winced as his waist got pulled closer. Between muffled moans and angry pulls on clothes, Philip managed to choke out a sentence. "You're crazy!!" Just two words. But there couldn't have been more truth in them. The man grinned. "You love me." Yeah. He did. Philip loved him. More than anything. He flinched as he leaned his forehead against his own. "You know I'd never hurt you." He kissed Philip's neck. "You're the only person I'd never hurt. I love you." Philip's mouth went slack around the edges. "I love you too..." He whispered just before their lips met again and this time, he didn't _________________________________________ Triggers: LGBTQ+ Su!c!de/s£lf harm. Death. Trauma. Abuse. Mental health issues. Health issues. Fights. Cursing. Bl00d. Smuth. Fluff. Bullying. Treating. Blackmail. Drinking/smoking. Identity frod. Kidnapping. Harassment. Written by: 17.