War took everything from me—my family, my home, my freedom. I was just another victim, about to be sold for a handful of cash. Then he came. Roman Partizan. A soldier colder than the battlefield itself. He saved me, carried me to his base, and nursed me back to life. He was distant, unreadable, a man who saw emotions as a weakness. But as time passed, I saw beyond his silence. I never meant to fall for him. But how do you love a man who doesn’t believe in love?