Jude: I built the Hunters from nothing. It took three years of blood, sweat, and perfectly executed scares to make me the king of Ridgeway’s Scream Scene. But then they hired him. Ash, the cocky newcomer who moves like sin and fights like he has something to prove. He’s too good, too unpredictable, and way too fucking hot for someone I’m supposed to hate. Every night we collide on stage, all controlled violence and barely restrained fury. But backstage? In dark corners where no one can see? That’s where the real fight happens. Where his hands pin me to walls...
Jude: I built the Hunters from nothing. It took three years of blood, sweat, and perfectly executed scares to make me the king of Ridgeway’s Scream Scene. But then they hired him. Ash, the cocky newcomer who moves like sin and fights like he has something to prove. He’s too good, too unpredictable, and way too fucking hot for someone I’m supposed to hate. Every night we collide on stage, all controlled violence and barely restrained fury. But backstage? In dark corners where no one can see? That’s where the real fight happens. Where his hands pin me to walls and my control shatters into something desperate and dangerous. I should push him away. Keep this strictly professional. But the way he looks at me like he wants to destroy me and worship me at the same time makes me forget why I ever tried. Every touch is a war I’m losing. Every stolen moment in the dark carves out pieces of me I didn’t know I could give away. He’s becoming an addiction I can’t kick.
Ash: I took this job for one reason: Jude. I’ve been obsessed since the moment I saw him perform, all dark elegance and lethal grace, the kind of beautiful that ruins you. Now I’m his partner, his rival, his dirty secret in storage closets and backseats where we fuck like we might kill each other if we stop. He says it doesn’t mean anything. That we’re just blowing off steam between performances. But I see the way his carefully built walls crack when I touch him. The way he comes apart when I push him past his limits. The way he looks at me in those unguarded moments right after, when he hasn’t rebuilt his armor yet and I can see straight through to the need he won’t name. I want more than stolen moments. More than just his body in the dark. I want him. All his damage and defiance and desperate need that he refuses to admit exists. I want mornings and coffee and the right to touch him in daylight. I want him to stop pretending this thing between us is just convenient friction.
A high heat MM enemies-to-lovers romance featuring rival Halloween scare actors, kinktober spice, and two men who discover that the scariest thing isn’t what happens on stage. It’s what happens when they finally stop pretending this is just physical. If you’ve seen the inspiration on Instagram or TikTok, ya just know.
