We met for the first time in high school.

As adults, we married. But it was all fake.

The wedding, us, what he did for a job. None of it was real.

Except it was.

They say he’s nothing but Mayhem, yet when he’s with me, he’s my salvation. Everything I need and more. The problem is…

He has a fascination for blood.

I can’t handle it, in more ways than one.

He has a fascination for me.

I hate it, even though I can’t stop thinking about him either.

Some people should not be together, and that’s us; we could never work.

But letting go is impossible when my serial killer of a husband is determined to prove me wrong.