24-year-old Pax Tate is an asshole. He has tattoos. He is a bad boy with bad habits. But he has his reasons. His mother died when he was seven, leaving a big hole in his heart. Pax is tormented by guilt, but he doesn't understand why. He only knows that after the death of his mother, he and his father were left alone, and a large number of problems fell on them. Pax grew up trying to be what his father wanted him to be - a perfect good boy, but it didn't work. The father could not survive the grief and death of the mother, and Pax could not keep this mask of an ideal child. So he lost himself... Now he uses drugs and fucks all women indiscriminately. There is an emptiness inside him that he does not want to fight. If you pretend that there is no emptiness, it won’t exist, right? You are wrong. He realizes this when he meets Mila. Sweet, beautiful Mila Hill. She's like a breath of fresh air. Beauty, for his ugly heart. He doesn't know how not to hurt her, but he quickly realizes that he has to find out because he needs her like he needs air. Mila is next to him when the memories of his mother return to him again from where he buried them. Mila is the only one... the only one who can save his broken, troubled heart from problems and emptiness. But only if he can change his life so that she can do it. He knows this. And he works on himself. But is this enough for her to stay?