Alora needed a place quiet enough to stop hearing her own name. What she finds instead is a house at the edge of the tree line that the town swears has stood empty for years, a silence too deliberate to be peace, and a man who won't tell her who he is.
He doesn't have to. She already recognizes the shape of someone built entirely out of what he's trying not to become.
There's a door in that house she was never meant to find. A name no one in town will say out loud. And a growing, terrifying certainty that she stopped looking for a way out days ago.
Heaven kept his name - so no one could ever use it against him.
She's about to learn exactly what it will cost her to keep the rest.A gothic dark romance of obsession, secrets, and the kind of love that was never supposed to survive the winter - for readers drawn to morally grey heroes, forced proximity that turns inevitable, forbidden tension, and a slow burn that ends somewhere far past love.