In a world where blood flows as easily as rain, where fear is the only currency of survival, Kirill knew no mercy. He was the fire that consumed everything in his path, a ruthless warrior for whom the lives of others meant nothing.

But one day, amidst the ashes and screams, he saw her.

Fragile. Helpless. No threat to him. And yet... he couldn’t look away.

In that moment, something inside him broke—or perhaps, came alive.

She had to be his.

Kirill didn’t know love, only the hunger to possess. He didn’t care for her smile, her kind heart. He wanted her soul, her fear, her submission. He would not allow her to disappear from his life. If he had to, he would bind her, steal her, break her—but he would never let her go.

She could fight.

But she would belong to him.

Because when an executioner falls in love, it is not love.

It is obsession.