The darkness had a peculiar smell: metal, smoke and sin. You felt all of this when entering that forbidden place, where the lights flashed in shades of red and the deep sound of music drowned out her thoughts. She shouldn't be there. People like her didn't get involved with people like him. But curiosity was a double-edged blade, and she had already cut herself.

Damian Volkov. A name that was whispered like a threat and a promise. He ruled the underworld like an uncrowned king, a man who seemed made of iron and shadows. His look was a warning, and Lena ignored it, as she always ignored what she should fear.

When he saw her for the first time, it was as if time itself froze. You didn't know she was being hunted, but she felt the shiver that ran down her spine when their eyes met. Damian was not kind, nor patient. He was brutal, intense, and made his intentions clear with the first touch – a touch that burned like fire and promised to consume everything she was.

-"You shouldn't be here,". ** he said, his voice low and full of danger. **

-"Maybe I want to be,". ** she replied, boldly, even though her pulse was out of control.

Damian smiled, but it wasn't a welcoming smile. It was the kind of smile that precedes a fall. And you knew you were about to fall. In the abyss, in chaos, and in it.

From that moment on, there was no going back. The rules of the game were his. And you, however reluctantly, felt that being dominated by Damian might be the only freedom she had ever known.