Nightmoth

•When is a monster not a monster?•
•When you're in love with it•

"Listen to me," he whispers, his voice clearly clouded with desire, "if you want me to stop, you will not hesitate to say it, understood?"

He's the most dangerous thing she's ever known, and the rational part of her wants to stay away.

He's brutal. He's scary. And he's someone she definitely should not be messing with. Yet, with every touch, every clench of his jaw and tensing of his muscles, she can't resist the urge to torment him.

What she doesn't know: It goes both ways.

She's bright. She's brilliant. And she's someone he can't help but be drawn to.

Lucky for him, it doesn't look like she wants to stay away. And lucky for her, torment is in his job description.

[Warning: Gore, violence and sexual themes]

Author's note: This is a slowburn romance, and will probably have you pulling at your hair at times. If you don't like slowburn, I would suggest skipping this one.

[CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR MELTING ZANE]