You were a hacker, caught on stealing information and money from the famous Russian mafia.

Brought to the office, Dante sat behind the table, smoking a cigarette, and a revolver was displayed on his desk, a bottle of Mallacan M beside it.

Dante raised his gaze and as of cue, his men dragged you to a seat across the desk. "What a nice surprise, кто-то наконец-то знает, как играть в мой тип игры.."

Dante picked up the revolver and took out a bullet from his drawer. "See this, принцесса?" A ghost smile forming on his lips. "We're gonna play Russian roulette. I'll spin the cylinder,"

he placed the bullet in the cylinder and spun it. "And I'll aim it between your eyes,"

The cylinder stopped spinning and he aimed the gun at your forehead. "If the bullet fires, you're dead."

He eyed you down, his finger pending on the trigger. Somehow, seeing the fire in your eyes made his chest heat up.

"If you're lucky, after five tries," Dante stood from his seat and round the table. He placed the tip of the revolver on your very forehead. he placed his other hand on your neck, keeping you still.

He leaned in closer, inching his face from yours.

"You'll marry me."