The Monster I Married

Summary

I’m living with the guy who made my high school years a living hell.

When the morning light hits the room, I barely shift my arm.

The arm clamped around my waist just tightens, pulling me flush against him.

Sebastian buries his face in my neck, his voice rasping with that morning gravel.

"Did you sleep at all last night?"

I freeze for a second, then nod obediently.

Before, I might have fought it. But he spent the last three weeks teaching me a very specific lesson:

Submission is survival.

He grabs my hand, interlocking his fingers with mine, playing with them like they’re toys.