As a second-year medical student, I'm supposed to be learning how to save lives. Instead, I'm losing my mind over an older married woman.
Teyonah. My landlord. My forbidden obsession. With my trust fund, I could afford a luxury penthouse downtown. But I chose her basement apartment because I'm addicted to the sound of a real home. Kids running overhead. Dinner cooking. A mother's voice calling them to the table. Everything my childhood lacked. Then I learned the truth: she's trapped with a narcissist who weaponizes their kids. He's bleeding her dry in legal fees she can't afford, delaying her freedom with every court motion. He's the disease. I'm the cure. And I want to make her forget his name and remember mine in every moan. I want to study her anatomy. Her breath. Her pulse. Her touch when she hands me the mail. The soft tremor in her voice when she says my name. Her husband thinks money and manipulation make him untouchable. He's about to learn what happens when someone with more of both decides he's the problem. Textbooks call this obsession. I call it devotion. When I'm done, Teyonah won't just be healed. She'll be free. Protected. Mine. This story is a dark, obsessive, reverse age-gap romance (Heroine 39, Hero 25). For mature listeners.