Love. Wingkin Saleh Telaviv does not think of the word love. To him, love f****d his family apart, love keeps him caged, and love is as troublesome as trying to cross the city two minutes to license expiration. Damned digital trackers. But there's Christophe Hansson, the Swede who promises laughter and fun, mornings soaring and racing across and beyond city skies, missed kisses on portside rooftops, and first-time snow gliding. Saleh is no swan-lake, but Christophe sure makes him feel like a free bird. And there are friends, like Roan and Millie, his students who trust him to train their young wings and minds, his best friend come back at last, and the drama of a demon and a cook and what it means to give your all. In a moment, there arrives his betrothed. The family chains tighten as he watches the sunshine on his beloved's face dim with symbolism to life ahead. Saleh was ready to accept his fate, to give up forever for a life he's lost too much to let go, but he can't. He just can't. Is this love? Is it worth it?