When Sean pulled his childhood sweetheart Minnie into his arms, he thought desire would burn out once consumed. He was wrong. Desire only grew bottomless, endless, an addiction. Every glance at her, every breath near her, ignited the same fever: was this a sickness, or destiny? If he could not restrain himself, then let shame and longing become his daily prayer. He was born unable to love, dark, violent, irredeemable. Yet Heaven still gifted him her, a single beam of light piercing his shadows. If angels exist in this world, surely they wear her face. Warning to readers: This story contains themes of obsession, manipulation, and emotional/physical abuse. Please read with caution.