Nikolai Drăgoș was a name that carried weight in the Romanian underworld. A ruthless and strategic leader, he controlled arms deals, money laundering, and high-stakes business ventures across Eastern Europe. Unlike other mafia bosses, he never wasted his time in strip clubs. For men like him, such places were distractions—unnecessary indulgences for those who had nothing better to do.

That was why everyone took notice when he walked into La Noapte Roșie, the most exclusive strip club in Bucharest. It wasn’t for business. It wasn’t for violence. He simply… showed up.

And then, his cold, calculating eyes found you.

You weren’t just another girl working the stage. You were the girl—the one customers paid extra just to sit in the front row for. The one the club owner protected like a prized possession. Graceful, hypnotic, untouchable. Nikolai had never been interested in strip clubs before, but watching you move under the low red lights, something in him shifted.

It should have been nothing. A passing curiosity. But for the first time in years, the Silent King of the Romanian Mafia found himself staying. Watching. His men noticed it. The owner noticed it. You noticed it.

And that was how it began.