Disarm – Izzy Ravas (1)

Then I add Mom again because if they call him and something’s wrong with me, he’ll self-destruct. The next section is a checklist. Have you experienced any of the following in the last month? — Difficulty sleeping — Changes in appetite — Persistent feelings of sadness — Anxiety or worry — Thoughts of self-harm or suicide I hate how long I stare at that last line. Eventually, I check the box. I don’t live there. Not like Caleb does. But there are nights when the world feels very small and very hopeless, when the weight of holding him up and keeping the lights on and making sure Mom’s okay presses in all at once.

Nights where the thought flickers⁠— What if I just stopped? I don’t let it stay. But it passes through. I’m not going to lie about that. Not here. The door to the interior hallway opens, and a guy steps out. Late thirties, maybe, darker complexion, and dark hair going a little silver at the temples. He wears a button-up and slacks, but he doesn’t have that stiff lawyer posture I’m used to from Ashton’s world. More like someone who spends a lot of time leaning forward.

“Miguel?” he asks, voice nice and even. “Yeah.” I stand, the clipboard suddenly heavy in my hand. He smiles, small but real. “I’m Dr. Ortega,” he says. “You can call me Luis, if you’d like. Come on back.” Something in my shoulders relaxes half an inch at the last name. His office is down a short hall, the second door on the left. It’s smaller than Dr. Kaur’s—and I know that because I’ve built a mental picture of hers from everything Caleb’s told me.

There’s a chair, a couch, and a small desk in the corner. One wall is all books. Another has a big framed photograph of a beach at sunset. It smells faintly like tea. “Have a seat wherever’s comfortable,” he says, gesturing to the couch. I sit on the very end of it, like I’m ready to bolt. He takes the chair across from me, not behind the desk.

Clipboard in hand, but angled away. “How’s your day been so far?” he asks. “Electrical,” I say automatically. “Ran cable, yelled at a breaker, insulted some very old wiring. Same as usual.” His mouth twitches. “So you’re an electrician?” “Yeah.” I nod. “Work with a small crew in town.

We do mostly residential and some small commercial stuff.” He nods like he’s actually interested, not humoring me.

I’ve spent most of my life hiding. Hiding the fear, the pain, the memories that scream in the dark. Every day is a performance—perfect student, perfect basketball player, just perfect—but inside, I’m falling apart. Nobody sees me. Except him. Miguel. My stepbrother. My anchor. The one person who doesn’t flinch when he sees me break. Miguel: I’ve loved Caleb from the start, even when he refused to love himself. Every scar, every shadow, every trembling edge of him is mine to hold, to protect, to soothe. I know the road to him is tangled with fear and doubt—but I’ll follow him anywhere.

I’ll fight for him. I’ll wait for him. Love like this comes with consequences, with boundaries to test, with walls to break down. And as we navigate desire, trust, and the past that refuses to let go, one thing is certain: we are each other’s only way forward. OceanofPDF.com Copyright © 2026 by Izzy Ravas All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

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The author reserves all rights to license uses of this work for generative Al training and development of machine learning language models. Cover Design: Izzy Ravas Interior Formatting: Izzy Ravas Editing: Fortuna Lux First Edition Formatted with Vellum OceanofPDF.com AUTHOR’S NOTE Reader’s Discretion is Advised: Disarm is a contemporary romance that follows the novellas, Trick of the Flesh and Sin of the Season.

Please take into consideration the content warning below, as this book will dive deep into very uncomfortable themes such as depression, childhood trauma, self worth struggles and suicidal ideations. Disarm will have a happily ever after—it will just take a lot of work to get there. Your Mental Health Matters.

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