I’m the heir for an empire, but We left the military as a damaged man. A dangerous man.

I should stay clear of her. She’s too fragile, too damaged herself-and too beautiful to resist.

Worst of all: She wants me to consider her. But where she looks for solace, I look for sanity.

The Velvet Rooms provide our sanctuary. A place of protection, bliss and unbridled play, untainted by the clamor of fact. Here, there is absolutely no sight. There is absolutely no sound. Only pores and skin against skin. Examining. Claiming.

Our fondness for the lack of sound and light is what binds us. But it is certainly also the largest danger lingering between us. As the madness constantly finds me. Also in the darkness. And this time it might be too late to avoid the beast from destroying everything.

Contains mature themes.