Angel Vk | Her Ruthless Warrior Rg

And that was enough. No redemption. No prayers. Just her ruthless warrior, wearing his violence like a vow, and the quiet way she held him—fragile as stolen light.

They called him RG—just the letters, sharp and hollow, like the echo of a gunshot. To the underworld, he was a ghost with bloody knuckles. To her, he was the angel who forgot how to pray. her ruthless warrior rg angel vk

VK kept no throne. Only him.