Sometimes love doesn't end; it consumes.
Ivy thought she could survive him. She thought obsession was just another word for passion, that surrender could be disguised as devotion. But Knox doesn't ask, he takes. Every kiss, every command, every bruise was another reminder that escape wasn't allowed.
He was never supposed to be permanent, but what happens when every touch blurs the line between devotion and destruction?
Ivy's about to find out, and when she does, one truth will remain:
Monsters aren't born, they're made.