GothicConfectionary
They thought she'd kneel.
She's thinking about sinking her teeth in.
Inside the Slender Mansion, obedience isn't optional-it's expected. Every locked door hides a scream, and every glance carries the weight of who wants to own whom.
Xana Vexmoor was supposed to be another pretty thing behind a heavy door. Quiet. Controlled. Waiting.
But no one warned them about the heat under her skin.
No one knew about the tar that burns, or the tendrils that writhe when her restraint slips.
And no one expected her to enjoy being dominated...
just enough to make it dangerous.
Hoodie is the strategist-cold, silent, exacting.
Masky is the enforcer-rough, possessive, and starved for control.
Together, they want to break her. Own her.
But Xana was never prey.
She was the beast they let through the door.
A slow-burn erotic horror. Brutal hands. Ruined silk. Teeth behind every kiss.
Bite, we dare you.