Burlesque for the Butcher

Burlesque for the Butcher
When the velvet curtains fell on starlet Lana Rose's final performance, the applause never reached her. She was found backstage lifeless, sequins scattered like shattered stars, and a single red rose laid across her chest. The whispers began before her body was even cold, a jealous castmate, a jilted lover, a debt unpaid.

Eve Moreau never wanted the spotlight. Quiet, demure, a shadow at the edge of the stage until Lana's death thrust her forward as the Rune Theater's newest starlet. But with the corset comes the curse: the roses Lana once received begin appearing for Eve. So do the notes. Intimate. Obsessive. Watching. Always watching.

He sees her in ways no one else does. He knows her movements, her fears, her hidden fire. And the closer he comes, the less Eve knows whether to fear him... or fall for him.

Glitter, smoke, and bloodstained roses. In this theater, love is a performance and someone is willing to kill for the final bow.