How do you live when you are not supposed to be alive?

I took a bullet in the brain for my friends. An exchange I was happy to make.

But my friends are paranormals with magical healing skills.

So here I am. Healing physically.

Alive when I was ready for death.

At least my intended sacrifice worked. My friends and I are free now. No longer slaves in a billionaires harem.

But I still need to allow my body to be used.

Im a vessel. I absorb magic I cannot wield. I have to give it to a mage via intimacy.

My ever helpful friends have found someone.

A...

How do you live when you are not supposed to be alive?

I took a bullet in the brain for my friends. An exchange I was happy to make.

But my friends are paranormals with magical healing skills.

So here I am. Healing physically.

Alive when I was ready for death.

At least my intended sacrifice worked. My friends and I are free now. No longer slaves in a billionaires harem.

But I still need to allow my body to be used.

Im a vessel. I absorb magic I cannot wield. I have to give it to a mage via intimacy.

My ever helpful friends have found someone.

A mage who is happy to live in a campervan at the bottom of the garden and only interact with me when I need him.

A transactional agreement. Achingly similar to what I was always destined for.

Except Monty is unlike anyone Ive ever met.

He has never been with anyone before.

He is kind. He is gentle. He treats me with respect. He doesnt see me as an object to be used.

He just might be worth living for.