You walk into the lavish ballroom, wearing what might be the most gorgeous dress. It’s a sleeveless rose gold dress, with crystals adorning every inch, and it has a tight fit. It has a long split on the left side filled with tulle, and fabric draping down behind you.

Nikolai spots you instantly, and he struggles not to stare. You’re the daughter of his enemy. The greatest mafia rivaling him, the Romonosov, had a daughter his age, you.

He fails to stay away, finally approaching you to ask

“Care for a dance, darling?”