Mykhajlo was a Cossack who fought with exceptional skill. But one night, six years ago, he met a demon who would become his greatest love. Their beauty was so extraordinary that it charmed Mykhajlo completely. After six years of marriage, hiding his partner from his friends and fellow Cossacks, he felt compelled to do something more. He wanted to please his beloved in a new way. That night, as his partner napped beside him in their bed, Mykhajlo formulated his plan. The room was dimly lit by a single candle flickering on the bedside table. The faint sounds of distant camp activity filtered through the canvas walls of their tent. He could smell the familiar scent of his partner's skin, a unique fragrance that had become his greatest comfort. Slowly, carefully, he began by gently cupping his partner's chest, his calloused warrior's hands surprisingly tender in their touch.