Vincent, a reckless thief, lives on the edge—stealing, lying, and running from one mistake to the next. When a botched job throws him into the path of Marcus, a strangely charming man with a fragile memory, their lives become entangled in ways neither of them expect.

Marcus suffers from Alzheimer’s, forgetting names, faces, and sometimes even himself. But when Vincent steps into his world, Marcus clings to him with unsettling devotion—sometimes mistaking him for someone else, sometimes whispering words that make Vincent’s heart stutter.

What begins as a selfish scheme soon spirals into something far more dangerous: a bond built on lies, blurred identities, and secrets too dark to ignore.

Is Vincent ready to play caretaker to a man who might not remember him tomorrow? Or will he discover that Marcus’s forgotten past hides more than just fractured memories?

A BL thriller laced with obsession, deceit, and slow-burning desire—where every touch could be tenderness…or a trap.

The matte black SUV screamed through the storm, tires hydroplaning on oil-slick asphalt, wipers slapping a frantic rhythm. James gripped the wheel with white-knuckled intensity, eyes darting between rain-blurred windshield and rearview mirrors. Marcus rode shotgun, stitches bleeding fresh crimson through his black tactical jacket, Glock 19 heavy in his lap, suppressor screwed tight. Pain lanced his side with every bump, but his face was stone—predator mode.


"Armani vulnerable now?" James asked, accelerating past a lumbering semi-truck, headlights cutting twin beams through sheets of rain. 


"Rich brat's holed up in that warehouse—bodyguards protecting him?"


Marcus chambered a round with a sharp click, ignoring the blood trickling down his ribs. "Six guards max. Theodore's cocky as hell—thinks his warehouse is an impenetrable fortress.


Chapter 49 - chapter 49: The sleepless night