Living Doll

I’m not a guy who loves his work or his dog or his friends — I don’t have any of those things.

What I do have, is a special set of skills…
I can make a man shit himself with one look, kill him with a single punch, or keep him alive in such a way, he’ll wish for death.

Unfortunately, these skills are non-transferable to healthy relationships of any kind — particularly those of the romantic persuasion, and I’m lonely AF.

I’ve never understood how to laugh or love or play, but I want to learn. Need to learn.

And the woman I’d like to play with just so happens to need a hide-out with a scary-looking associate guarding the door...

The bargain is struck, and Saffron Brody is the live-in tutor of my dreams.
Her kindness and unorthodox methods motivate like nothing else, and I want to please her — so badly — but…

I’m not a guy who gets good grades, and I’m not the hero in any kind of story.

I’m not the guy who gets the girl.

But my God, do I want her.
And if she’s not careful, I may just… keep her.