Blurb

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 I need to see the beauty in what society deems perfect.

My life has been a performance, a carefully crafted mask, a well-rehearsed deception, a game played for survival. They don’t see me. They see what I allow them to, the image they need to believe.

Because if they ever saw the real me, they’d run. They’d scream.

I thought I was alone. Destined to exist as a ghost among the living, bound by the rules of a world that has no space for someone like me.

But then I saw him.

And in his eyes, I found the one thing I never thought I’d have.

Recognition.

I've spent my entire life suppressing my shadow, burying my truth beneath layers of control. But now, faced with someone like him, someone who shouldn’t exist, yet does, a question lingers, clawing at the edges of my sanity…

How can I step into the light, when I was never meant to be seen?

And how can I not, when for the first time… I’m not alone?

I’ve never hidden what I am. There’s no need.

Fear is a language I speak fluently, and power always bends to those who embrace their nature instead of denying it.

I was born into the Bratva, raised in blood and violence, forged into something more than human.

I never questioned my place in the world—because there was no equal. I was the anomaly. The one.

Until her.

For the first time, everything makes sense. Because I’m not alone. Because now, there are two of us.

Nothing worth having comes easy. To claim something truly valuable, you fight, crawl, steal—whatever it takes—until it’s yours.

And what she is to me, what I feel for her, it’s not love. It’s not obsession.

It’s the very definition of reality.

I see the beauty in what the world calls imperfect.

But to me, she’s the only perfection that’s ever existed.

She doesn’t understand yet.

There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for her. Legal or illegal. Pleasure or pain. In the light, or in the darkness.

She is everything.

My first. My last.

My light. My darkness.

My final breath.

Without her, there is nothing left. No reason to breathe.