Butterfly theory

Butterfly theory

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Lev, heir to the Russian mafia in England, carries darkness like a crown, spreading chaos, fear, and tiny butterflies in his wake. Amalia, delicate yet resolute, clings to her fragile happiness, unwilling to let it shatter. When shadow collides with light, love takes root in the unlikeliest soil. "He takes pleasure in my pain, and I am nourished by his darkness." A dangerously intoxicating romance where obsession blooms in the cracks between tenderness and cruelty.
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