Camila Reyes was born inside the walls of an asylum and has never been allowed to forget it. Raised under fluorescent lights, locked doors, and constant surveillance, she has spent her life being told that the visions that haunt her are proof she is broken. But Camila has never believed they are madness. They are warnings. And they are getting harder to ignore.
She is not alone. Avery, quiet and beautiful in all the ways Camila doesn't know how to trust. Sera, sharp-tongued and unraveling at the edges. Zariah, watchful and unreadable, carrying truths too heavy to speak aloud. The four of them were born in the same place, raised in the same cages, and treated like the daughters of dangerous women. Their mothers were called unstable, delusional, sick. But the deeper Camila digs, the more obvious it becomes: their mothers were not just patients. They were prisoners.
And so are they.
As buried records surface and the institution's lies begin to crack, Camila realizes the truth is worse than anything she imagined. The asylum did not keep them to make them well. It kept them to control what they inherited. Their minds. Their powers. Their bodies. Their futures.
But the most dangerous thing growing inside those walls is not Camila's gift.
It's the way she wants Avery.
What begins as tension sharp enough to cut turns into something desperate, intimate, and impossible to contain. In a place where every touch is watched and every act of defiance is punished, desire becomes rebellion. Love becomes risk. And escaping may cost them far more than their freedom.
The Asylum I Was Raised In is a dark sapphic romance full of obsession, psychological tension, forbidden desire, inherited secrets, and paranormal unease. Perfect for readers who crave lesbian romance with gothic atmosphere, damaged girls, high emotional stakes, and love that burns brightest in the darkest places.
