Shadows of the past

For my dark romance girlies who love a broken hero who knows exactly how many freckles you have on your body.

Maksim

For years, revenge was my religion. Every breath, every calculated move existed for one to annihilate the man who stripped away my humanity and left me in hell's embrace.
Until her.
She looked at me like I was something more than the darkness I'd become. I told her the truth—I'm no hero, least of all hers. But she fails to grasp one crucial a soul this ravenous doesn't release its prey.
Not even when it should.

Julia

My entire world burned to ash in a single night.
Now I'm trapped in a foreign land, at the mercy of demons who feast on pain and collect screams like currency. I should be planning my escape. I should be surviving.
Instead, I'm lost in the eyes of a Russian soldier who stole my heart with one look and refuses to give it back.
We share nothing—no history, no common ground, no future. Our pasts are written in different languages of suffering. When my chance for freedom finally comes, I'll have to choose.
But how do you walk away from the man who owns your very breath?