Stray

<p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Bran</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Losing your eye in an alley bar-fight will change you. And I don't just mean physically.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>I thought my biggest hurdle was accepting that I look different. Turns out my personal Everest is realizing that </span><em style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>other people</em><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)> don't accept me.</span></p><p><br></p><p>Specifically<em style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)> women.</em></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>I'm ready to throw in the towel on friend-of-a-friend dates and algorithmic dinners. Gonna pour myself into my gym Paradise and hire some new people. Keep myself focused on what I have not what I don't.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Well that </span><em style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>was</em><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)> the plan.</span></p><p><br></p><p>Until she walked in wearing a sexy trenchcoat and heels calling herself E telling me to get to my knees.</p><p><br></p><p>Now I'm owned I'm hers. Her sub her pet.</p><p><br></p><p>Her Stray.</p><p><br></p><p>The problem is I won't survive if she doesn't keep me.</p><p><br></p><p><strong>Author's Note:</strong> Please visit the reading guide on the author's website for all content warnings and other information.</p><p><strong>For Adult Readers.</strong></p>