Serve in the Wastelands: A Dark Post-Apocalyptic Innocent Corruption Romance

Being chosen as caretaker for a massive pit fighter was my chance to prove myself. Craving his brutal touch might be my downfall.

Since arriving at the Meyer Compound, I've been trying to prove my worth. I have medical training from my previous community, steady hands under pressure, and the kind of desperation to belong that makes risky choices seem reasonable.

That is, until a territorial war erupts and survival comes down to death matches-winner claims all losing territories, losers become slaves. Our leader assigns me as attendant to our most dangerous pit fighter: Ryland Charron. My job is keeping him fed, rested, and battle-ready. He has other ideas about what I'm for.

But every time I work on his massive frame, massaging muscles that could crush me, cleaning wounds across shoulders twice the width of mine, he looks at me like I'm prey he's planning to devour. The professional distance I'm supposed to maintain crumbles when he grabs my wrist and shows me exactly where he wants my touch.

What starts as basic care becomes something darker. More intimate. When he commands me to serve him, to submit to desires I never knew I had, I discover I'll do anything to please him. Even if it means crossing lines that could get us both killed.

But in a game where only one combatant survives, wanting him means gambling with everyone's lives.

A Dark Post-Apocalyptic Romance. Size kink. Death ring battles. Virgin corruption. And enough raw, possessive dominance to make you beg for more.