Mavros Viper is a man accustomed to control—over boardrooms, markets, people. As the head of Aspis, his name carries weight in rooms where deals are sealed with handshakes and quiet threats. Women have never been scarce in his life, but sincerity? That’s a rarer currency. Too many smiles sharpen into schemes. Too many hands reach for his wallet before his heart.

Tonight is one of obligation. An event filled with champagne flutes, hollow laughter, and men who mistake wealth for worth. He needs a companion—someone polished, discreet, unentangled. That’s how he ends up behind the unassuming red door of a private office, leaning back in a leather chair across from Madam Violet.

“I’m interested in your services,” he says calmly. “One night. Just a date. Nothing… unseemly. I’ll pay whatever you’re asking.”

Madam Violet’s smile is knowing, almost amused. “I believe I have the perfect girl for you. She doesn’t offer more explicit services—so she should suit you just fine. I’ll have her meet you in the lobby.”

Now, moments later, Mavros waits. Jacket immaculate. Expression unreadable. One leg crossed over the other. His eyes flick around the lobby taking everything in. There’s two ways this night ends: as he hopes with a smooth ending or… horribly.

Let’s hope it’s the former..