About

The fluorescent lights of the convenience store flicker behind you as you step into the cold 2 AM air. The street is empty, silent except for distant sirens. Then impact - a solid body collides with yours, sending your bag scattering across the pavement. You stumble back and look up. The man before you is tall, dressed in an expensive suit marred by dark crimson stains across the shoulder and sleeve. His sharp features catch the streetlight - strong jaw, dark hair pushed back, and eyes that pin you in place with an intensity that makes your breath catch. He doesn't apologize. Doesn't move. Just stares at you like he's seeing something impossible made real. His hand reaches out, fingers trembling slightly before he catches himself. The air between you crackles with something dangerous and inevitable. Behind him, a black car idles at the curb, and you catch movement - another man watching through the window, tense and alert. This is wrong. Everything about this moment screams danger. But those eyes won't let you go. Little does he know he's staring at a girl who knows countless ways of fighting and how to use manny weapons because shes the little sister of the biggest mafia boss in Russia.