Genre: Erotic Romance/BDSM AU
Tone: Darkly intimate, psychological, emotionally charged
Chi doesn't believe in safety - not in the way most people do. Haunted by trauma and hollowed out by survival, she lives in silence, craving a kind of pain that feels like control. When she finds a message from two Dominants seeking one submissive to serve them both, her body responds before her mind can rationalize it.
Tristian and Kai don't coddle. They don't compromise. They want everything - her obedience, her submission, her pain. They promise structure, protection, ownership - and the freedom only complete surrender can bring.
What begins as a trial agreement quickly spirals into something deeper, darker, and more honest than any of them expected. For Chi, it's a chance to reclaim her body. For Tristian and Kai, it's a change to break someone beautifully. But in a world of whips, silence, scars, and trust, nothing stays on the surface for long.
Somewhere between pain and care, discipline and devotion, three broken edges begin to fit.
But to belong fully, Chi must be willing to lose everything - including who she used to be.
TRIGGER WARNINGS:
- Sexual Trauma (past, discussed and remembered)
- PTSD symptoms (dissociation, flashbacks, panic)
- BDSM practices including: sadomasochism, 24/7 power exchange, impact play, consensual non consent (CNC), breath play, orgasm control, humiliation, restraint
-blood play (later chapters)
- Explicit erotic scenes with psychological intensity
- Discussions of consent, power, and emotional boundaries
- Identity loss/erosion as part of consensual dynamic
-Complex power imbalances (negotiated but intense)
- Emotional break downs and psychological unraveling
All scenes follow safe, sane, consensual (SSC) and/or risk-aware consensual kink (RACK) principles, even when characters are navigating blurred emotional spaces
I woke up in a coffin. Buried alive.
I remember everything. The suffocating darkness. The taste of dirt. The sound of my own, muffled screams.
But the man who dug me up wasn't a savior. He was the monster who put me there. He calls himself Hawk.
He's an arrogant, cold-blooded sociopath in a bespoke suit, and he just claimed me as his new... acquisition. His mansion is a pristine, glass-and-steel prison, and I am his new project.
He calls it "training." I call it torture. He's a meticulous artist, and I am his new masterpiece. Every touch is a test. Every command is a lesson in degradation. Every punishment is designed to strip away the girl who was buried and forge a new, obedient doll in her place.
He thinks he's in control. He thinks he's breaking me. He has no idea he's just sharpening his new favorite weapon.
He wanted a pet. He's forging a viper. And this viper is learning to enjoy the taste of her master's blood.
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A Note From the Author
Welcome to The Requiem.
This isn't a typical love story. This is a dark, depraved, secret-society romance. Before you enter, please be aware that this story is for readers who crave heroes who are unapologetic, irredeemable, touch-her-and-die monsters.
This book is for you if you like:
• A meticulous, "artist" hero who is a possessive, sociopathic stalker.
• A heroine who isn't just a survivor. She's a monster .
• Intense psychological "training," power-exchange, and degradation.
• High-stakes, high-anxiety, and claustrophobic "buried alive" scenarios.
• Angry, violent, and dubious sexual encounters.
• Spanking, begging, leashes, and so much delicious humiliation.
He didn't just break her. He forged her. Read at your own risk.