Soft Gods Die Laughter

They were just a couple of hippies. Until the music turned sacred.

Loretta never asked for visions. Never asked for rhythm that shook the dirt and woke the dead. She only wanted to dance—to breathe—to be left the hell alone with a man who felt like incense and trouble.

Kaito was soft-spoken, barefoot, full of lullabies and lies. She thought he was just another spiritual drifter with good hands and better silence. But Kaito was a Sonter—a bounty hunter trained to track, bind, and break magic. And one job, one wrong chord, tore open the veil between performance and power.

Now the stage is a battlefield. The crowd, a cult. And love? The most dangerous ritual of all.

Together, they must unlearn the kind of love they built in peace tents and motel rooms— and remember the kind that survived lifetimes. Not something lost. Something waiting to be sung.