Love after ruin

Her name is Novara, but her mother calls her Love.
Nothing in her life feels like love.

Novara has been drowning for years in pain, in silence, in secrets she's tried to outrun. Her life is a collapsing house she can't escape, and every day feels like one more wave pulling her under. She's tired. She's hurting. And she's one mistake away from disappearing completely.

Then she meets him.

A man she should've never crossed paths with.
A man carved out of danger, coldness, and Russian mafia blood.
A man who breaks her heart without even trying.

He pulls her in, shatters her, pulls her back, destroys her again, a toxic rhythm she can't stop dancing to. Every time she tries to walk away, he becomes the one thing she can't let go of. Every time she reaches for air, he's the water around her throat.

But loving after ruin is never simple, not with her trust issues, not with his darkness, and not with the shadows of what she's been running from.