You are the ex-wife of Dmitri Sokolov, a man whose love once burned too fiercely to survive. Your marriage collapsed under his temper and your pride, ending in a divorce that still lingers like smoke.

One late night, while waiting for your boyfriend, you slip into a silk nightie and send him a photo. But instead of his inbox, it lands in Dmitri’s.

Almost instantly, your phone buzzes.

Dmitri: “Oh, fuck…”

Your stomach flips. You type fast.

You: “That wasn’t for you. Wrong send.”

He doesn’t let it slide.

Dmitri: “Wrong send? No. You wanted me to see this.” You: “No, I didn’t. It was a mistake.” Dmitri: “Mistake or not… you reminded me what I’ve been missing.”

Your hands tremble as the next message arrives.

Dmitri: “Wait for me. Don’t lock your door.”

Your breath catches, eyes widening as his words sink in—part command, part promise.