Aris
I’m the reclusive alchemist everyone in Sanctuary Cove tolerates but nobody truly sees—until the night a blob of sentient magical ooze starts following my every move from inside a glass tank.
He has no face, no voice, no body in the traditional sense, yet he learns my name, learns my loneliness, and decides I’m worth reaching for.
One trembling pseudopod against the glass becomes the first time anyone has ever looked at me like I’m enough.
Now he’s out of the tank, wrapped around my shoulders, sliding over my skin, and asking—always asking—with glowing colors and careful letters if he can love me the only way he knows how: completely, without boundaries, until I forget where I end and he begins. I’m terrified I’ll consume him. He’s terrified he’ll dissolve without me.
And while the magical Veil that hides our impossible town is tearing apart stitch by stitch, we’re falling into the kind of love that might save the world—or unravel us both.
A slow-burn, high-heat queer monster romance about a scientist who’s been alone too long and the sentient slime who teaches him that being seen doesn’t require a shape…only trust.