Dangerousandbeautiful Stories

In what's left of the world, silence is survival. And love? That's a death sentence. I broke the rule that kept me alive. I stepped outside for a book I left behind-one stupid mistake. My mother begged me not to go. I told her I'd be careful. I lied. Now I'm on the ground, surrounded by Them-the elite soldiers who track and erase anyone who resists. They wear black. They don't speak. They don't show mercy. But one of them steps forward. Cassian. Eyes like frozen oceans. A weapon with a heartbeat. The kind of beautiful that hurts to look at. He picks up my book. His fingers brush against my cheek, soft like he's never touched anything that wasn't meant to break. He should've killed me. But instead... he saw me. And now, I don't know what's more dangerous: the world outside, or the way he looks at me like I'm the only thing that could destroy him.