jjemswrites
They say love comes when you least expect it. Though I'm pretty sure, for most, it rarely brings a haunting along for the ride.
I guess that's what makes our relationship different.
I'm Leo, and I used to have a normal life. Now, I hold the door shut while my boyfriend, Jax, traps things in mason jars that should never be seen in the light of day. Jax is brilliant, dangerous, and hiding a habit that's smelling a bit more like sulfur than sage.
I'm just the assistant. The guy who keeps the clients calm and the jars sealed. But lately, the air is getting colder, the "Dead Smoke" is getting thicker, and the entities we're supposed to be catching are looking at me like they recognize something I don't.
In a city of neon shadows and buried secrets, I'm learning the hard way: in the world of the occult, nothing is ever truly contained. And some invitations, once accepted, can never be revoked.