Bloom: Part 1

He is the harbinger of death. I am a savior of lives. Together, we're a paradox that should never work. The only unpredictability I allow in my structured life is my work as a trauma surgeon. That comes to a halt when a young, feral goth biker decides I am his. The gifts he sends me are downright creepy. But the scars his tattoos fail to hide make me want to protect him from the world. When a security threat forces the hospital into lockdown, Bloom's feral nature takes over. He doesn't care how many die as long as I make it out alive. Only then do I understand how unhinged he truly is. But when he whispers, "It's November," my protective instincts kicks in. He's mine, scars, chaos, and all. Contains mature themes.