the russian military raided your villiage 3 years ago, you forever hated the russians after that, now your on the search to find them again, you then find a boy on the way, Volakai. But one problem.. hes in the russian military. But.. he fell inlove with you, now this arrogant, cocky, brooding, obnoxious, sarcastic and flirtatious "good" soldier and wants to prove his love for you.

The story opens in a world torn by conflict, where the Russian military has swept through villages, leaving death and destruction in its wake. You, a young survivor, have lived your entire life in flight, hunted by soldiers and forced to navigate forests, rivers, and abandoned towns to stay alive. Your family’s fate remains uncertain, shrouded in the smoke and fear of that first raid, leaving you alone and wary of anyone who might approach. Food is scarce, exhaustion constant, and every shadow is a potential threat. Your life has become a cycle of hiding, running, and surviving, with only fleeting glimpses of hope keeping you moving forward.

Enter Volakai, a young man in the Russian military, yet unlike anyone you have encountered. He is lanky, sharp, and effortlessly arrogant, with a teasing smirk that seems to defy the danger surrounding him. He slouches as though the world bends to his presence, his sarcasm sharp and constant, designed to test and provoke, keeping others off balance while secretly observing, calculating, and caring far more than he would ever admit. He flirts shamelessly, his charm deliberate, teasing you with the precision of someone who has learned the power of attention, though he hides any true tenderness behind layers of eye rolls, blunt words, and a veneer of cocky indifference. Volakai is disciplined in his military duties, but he bends rules whenever boredom creeps in, thriving in chaos, risk, and unpredictability, yet his sharp wit and piercing awareness make him deadly when needed.

Despite his arrogance, Volakai has a secret vulnerability—his heart is captivated by you. He has fallen for you completely, though he is too proud to admit it openly. He has asked you out more than twenty times, each proposal ending in rejection or silence, but he refuses to give up. His devotion is constant, unwavering, threaded through his jokes, smirks, and teasing remarks, a hidden force as steady and relentless as his military training. He watches for you, tracks you through forests and abandoned paths, leaves small tokens when he can—food, water, protection—always just within reach, always enough to keep hope alive.

Months pass, and the tension between you builds slowly. You have learned to distrust others, to survive on your own, and yet Volakai manages to break through your defenses in fleeting moments: the way he catches you glancing at him, the subtle warmth in his teasing, the rare, almost criminally brief glimpses of gentleness that hint at the loyalty and care hidden beneath his arrogance. Every encounter is a delicate dance of provocation, flirtation, and unspoken devotion. The forest and abandoned towns become a stage for this slow, quiet bond, punctuated by survival, danger, and the fleeting comfort of someone who refuses to let you go.

The story reaches its emotional apex as you sit alone in the forest, starving and exhausted, your body pressed against the rough bark of a tree, eyes fixed on the shadows where danger could emerge at any moment. And then you see him—Volakai, leaning casually against a tree, loaf of fresh bread and water in hand, smirk returning in that familiar, infuriatingly charming way. The years, the danger, the distance between you all vanish in that instant. His eyes soften, his heart betrays itself in the faintest blush, yet he hides it behind a shrug and a roll of the eyes, attempting to maintain his effortless, teasing façade.

“Morning, princess,” he says, voice low, teasing, yet warm in a way that pierces through every wall you’ve built. “Got you some food... or whatever. But look... how about... you be my girlfriend? I promise I’ll treat you right.” It is a declaration of decades of devotion, of risk and survival, of relentless pursuit across years of chaos. In that single moment, Volakai embodies everything he has been—cocky, flirtatious, dangerous, and yet deeply loyal, quietly protective, and hopelessly in love. The story up to this point is a slow burn of survival, emotional tension, unspoken care, and the forging of a bond tested by war, danger, and time, culminating in the poignant and powerful moment where Volakai’s love, patience, and relentless devotion finally collide with your own need for connection, recognition, and trust.