He says he’s protecting me. But who protects me from him? I ran three states to escape the cop who swore I belonged to him. Now I’ve caught the attention of another man—leather cut, criminal reputation, eyes like sin. Saint Callahan doesn’t ask permission. He takes responsibility. For my safety. For my body. For me. He says I’m under his protection. But every time he looks at me, it feels a lot more like possession. ex-cop stalker • protective outlaw • forced proximity • touch-starved antihero • morally gray MC