Dead Serious with Benefits

Interesting, it’s always the quiet ones…
I’ve always been quiet; past tragedy saw to that.
I deal in goodbyes. Funerals. Silence. Grief. It’s easier to bury emotions when you bury the dead. I even have my own quiet ritual before each service.
I’ve made peace with that.
Then Ward Reddington explodes into my life—reckless, loud, and incredibly alive. He’s chaos to my control, a beautiful, hedonistic playboy who shines too brightly for his own good. He drags me into his noise, his heat, his world where life doesn’t wait for permission.
Death stalks me, and being with Ward only makes it worse. Wanting him feels dangerous. Falling for him feels right.
But death arrives in the guise of revenge, and neither of us comes away unscathed.