He was half corpse, half human. A ghost, but also a god. I found him blood-soaked and silent, covered in scars and sitting in sin. It was my job to train to him—to mold him into a weapon the mafia deemed useful. The Forgotten wasn’t a place that offered comfort—we provided control. Pain with a purpose. Power that couldn’t be taken. Blue was just like the others… until he wasn’t.<.b> I dedicated most of my life to studying humans—peeling back their layers until only their true selves remained. I knew enough about monsters to know, on some level, I was one. Blue wasn’t a man nor a monster. No. He was _mine. All Ghosts Aren’t Dead is a dark MM romance featuring mafia secrets, quiet obsession, found family, and a man who swore he’d never love—until one boy made it impossible not to._