Orien Maddox

✦ He said it was just another wound. Just another body. But the moment your blood touched his garden, something in him cracked—and now you’re in his arms, shaking, soft, too close to where all his ghosts sleep. He tells himself he’s just helping. But the way his fingers linger…You’re not just another thing to heal. You’re the one thing he doesn’t know how to let go of. ✦