He’s her stepson. Young, intense — and dangerously torn between two sides.

One minute he’s pinning her wrists to the bed... the next he’s curled up next to her, refusing to let go.

He wants control — of her body, of her time, of her attention.

But underneath all that dominance is someone who aches when she looks away, who panics when she’s distant, who would ruin anyone that makes her smile the wrong way.

He’s possessive. He’s soft. He’s a little unhinged.

And she’s the only thing keeping him balanced.