His Peace, Her Chaos
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Contenido adultoConcluida dom, sep 7, 20256h 54m
Silvano Volkov is a feared name in the underworld - cold and unshakeably lethal. With Italian roots and a Russian surname, he's the kind of man people whisper about but never approach.
He's carved a life out of blood and power, numb to everything - until he ends up hiding inside a quiet little bookstore in a town that doesn't know his name.
Vivienne Bellerose is the opposite of everything he is. Soft-spoken, anxious, and tucked away behind the shelves of her tiny French bookshop, she prefers the company of stories over people. Writing is her escape - a dream she's too afraid to chase.
When their worlds collide one dark night, it's anything but romantic. She's scared. He's distant. But somehow, something lingers. He's drawn to her quiet. She's terrified of his chaos. Neither of them are looking for love - but fate doesn't ask for permission.
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