The Softest Thing He Ever Stole

Guns. Smoke. Drink. Tattoos.

Since the day I was stolen, the world I knew ceased to exist. Normal life vanished- normal people, normal moments. Replaced by smoke-filled air, gunfire, bloodstained promises, and tattoos etched with violence.

I was certain my story ended there. My dreams faded, one by one, until even hope felt distant. The days blurred together, and so did I.

I no longer knew what was happening to me, I didn't know who I was anymore, or whether the future I once dreamed of still existed.

Until.

Until I met him.

Cassian Volkov.