He Ain't Medicine But I Swallowed Him Anyway

He Ain't Medicine is a dangerously seductive urban tale about trauma, lust, and the kind of love that feels more like withdrawal than romance.

Semaj didn’t just want love, he wanted the high. The chaos. The sweet, twisted intimacy only mentally broken men could offer. After losing his mentally ill ex to suicide, he spent his nights chasing that same manic magic in all the wrong places.

Then came Sanct.

Fine. Feral. Fxcked up. Sanct was a walking red flag wrapped in sex appeal, and Semaj’s trauma couldn’t say no. Their connection was instant. Part lust, part therapy, part warning label. And for Semaj, sex with a mentally unstable man didn’t feel dangerous, it felt like medicine.

But Sanct wasn’t just unwell. He was calculated. Playing a game Semaj didn’t know he was in. By the time Semaj saw the strings, he was too deep. Turned out. Obsessed.

What started as a search for healing became a masterclass in destruction.

This is more than a bromance, it’s a psychological trap dressed like salvation. And once you're in? There’s no safe word.