Libby

She was seven when he became the only safe place she had left.

Now she’s older but the grief still lives under her skin — but so does something darker.

Every hard day ends the same way: her alone in her room, fingers between her legs, whispering soft filthy things to herself while he waits downstairs. She hates that the only hands that ever felt safe are the ones she can’t stop wanting.

On the twelfth anniversary of the day she lost everything, the line finally breaks.

What starts as comfort turns into confession.

What starts as guilt turns into need.

He raised her.

He protected her.

And now he’s the only man who can ruin her the way she’s been begging for in secret.

A dark, emotionally intense taboo romance about grief, obsession, and the kind of love that should never exist… but does.

⚠️ Extremely explicit. Contains grandfather/granddaughter, heavy guilt, age gap, and obsessive emotional intensity.