Coldcommandersoftforhim Stories

Crestwood was supposed to be quiet. Then the Blood Moon rose, Evan Angelo's best friend vanished into the tree line, and something ancient started leaving bodies behind with black feathers where their hearts should be. Four inhumanly beautiful agents show up claiming they're here to help. Evan doesn't buy it - not the cover story, not the too-fast reflexes, not the way evidence disappears from every camera they walk past. What he really doesn't buy is the effect their commander has on him: ice in his voice, fire under his skin, and a stare that makes Evan feel seen in a way that terrifies him more than anything currently trying to kill him. He doesn't know that his blood is the reason a war older than this town has finally found its way to his doorstep. He doesn't know the people sworn to protect him are hiding a truth that could shatter everything he believes about who he is - and who gave him away. All he knows is that the ground won't stop shifting under him, that something inhuman is hunting in the dark, and that every time Commander Claude looks at him like he's an equation that refuses to solve, Evan wants - badly, stupidly, dangerously - to be the answer. Some blood remembers what the mind forgets. Some hearts don't wait for permission to want what they want. Crestwood is about to learn that quiet was never going to last. And Evan is about to learn that being repellent was never his weakness. It might be the only thing that can save them all.