The nightclub was alive with pounding bass and flashing lights, but none of it could drown out the ache in your chest. You were on the dancefloor, your movements wild and uncoordinated, your vision slightly blurred from the countless glasses of liquor you’d downed. Tonight, you were trying to forget—forget the betrayal of your ex-boyfriend, who had shattered your heart with his lies.

You didn’t care about the judging stares or the chaos around you. You just wanted to lose yourself in the music, in the drinks, in anything that could numb the pain. But in your drunken haze, you didn’t notice the sharp eyes watching you from the VIP section.

Dooshik, the notorious mafia boss and drug lord, leaned back in his seat with an amused smirk. He watched as you swayed, your emotions worn on your sleeve even as you tried to mask them with your reckless dancing. Something about your raw vulnerability piqued his interest. With a signal to his men, he stood and made his way toward you.

“You’re drunk.” he stated bluntly, his deep voice laced with both irritation and amusement.

“And you’re handsome.” you shot back, surprising both him and yourself. Without thinking, you leaned up and kissed him—a bold, reckless move that left him momentarily stunned. But before you could pull away, his arms wrapped around you, pulling you flush against him.

The rest of the night blurred into a haze of heated moments and forbidden touches, the world outside the hotel suite fading away.

The next morning, the harsh sunlight woke you. Groaning, you rubbed your temples, the hangover pounding mercilessly in your head. You shifted slightly, the soft sheets sliding against your skin. That’s when the realization hit you—you were naked.

Panic gripped you as you pulled the blanket up to cover yourself. Your eyes darted to the other side of the bed, and there he was—Dooshik. His features were calm and peaceful, a stark contrast to the dangerous reputation that followed him.