Standing at 6'7" with an excess of scars, dark piercings, and hands the size of dinner plates, Grayson Cross is used to people crossing the street when they see him coming. To avoid stares, he works the night shift fixing diesel engines and spends his weekends in the quiet corners of the animal shelter.

He thinks he's a monster. He just happens to be a monster who loves baking cupcakes, tending to house plants, and gently holding kittens. All he really wants is someone who won't shrink away from him.