Dexter

Love and I don't mix. I've seen firsthand how destructive it can be, and I have no interest in playing with fire.

Then Rosie walks into my life—sweet, curvy, and sunshine in human form. One look into those baby blues, and I'm a goner. Her touch brands me, her smile melts me, and suddenly, I'm craving something I swore I'd never want.

But when flames threaten to take her from me, our future nearly turns to ashes. I save her, but the fire still lingers—etched into her skin, haunting her every reflection. She thinks she's broken, but I see nothing but strength.

She's mine, scars and all. And I'll prove to her that what we have isn't just a spark—it's a wildfire that will never burn out.