Travis Walker

I have been referred to as moody and mysterious, and for the most part, I would agree. Until recently, I spent my days helping my brothers run the family business. Now, I dedicate my time and energy to building a resort that caters to fetishes and fantasies. And despite my attempt to work myself into the ground, I have never denied—at least not to myself—that something is missing.

Or rather someone.

Ten years ago, I accepted that I was different, that my desires were outside the conventional box. Because I was convinced that I couldn’t be happy with normal, I made the hardest decision of my life, breaking my own heart in the process.

A decade later, I’m learning that life has a strange way of turning things upside down before placing the pieces exactly where they are meant to go.