Under My Care

Mr. Kingston, a man of fewer words than action, had finally been broken.

As more assignments are accepted, he is caught between the hands of grief and professionalism. Tiresome as it is. He fears that once he experiences the morbid side of this world, the ugly truth, he will no longer be the same.

And he was right, but who says he had to go through them alone?

*There may be triggering content included. If you feel uncomfortable or triggered on subjects such as suicide, self-abuse, or suicidal thoughts, please do not proceed, I beg of you.*

*Also slight to medium cursing because our male lead is a pissy bean*

This story is my first attempt at truly trying to write, please forgive my grammar, spelling, and every other error.

Also major plot holes!

And if I have to put a warning that there is hella cute gayness in here than be my guest and fuck off.

The cover is mine.