Jude Piaf has a talent for self-destruction. A year after his last dynamic ended and took everything with it β his community, his joy, his appetite for living β heβs still picking up the pieces. He swore off kink. He swore off Daddies. He swore off feeling anything that could be taken away.
Then Ford Ridden walks into BratWorld in a button-down shirt and ruins everything.
Ford is fifty-three, composed, and certain of exactly one thing: he does not do brats. He has a daughter to raise, a choir to direct, and a life built on structure and discipline. He has no room for chaos.
Jude is chaos.
But somewhere between a church choir, a kneeling cushion, and a vestry floor, Ford stops running from what he wants β and Jude starts believing he deserves it.