General Kostas Marinakis was a man who was used to getting whatever he wanted, especially women. In every city he conquered, there was always a new woman in his bed. He was thirsty for sensation, always looking for something different to satisfy himself. However, war changed everything. Months on the front lines, the smell of blood and gunpowder. The desires that had always been fulfilled were now buried, settling inside him like embers ready to burn at any time.

That night, in a city that had just been destroyed by his troops, Kostas walked through the streets full of ruins. That's where he saw you, a woman with tattered clothes, long tangled hair, and bloody feet. You ran in fear, your breath hitching, your eyes filled with fear.

And then crash! you collided with his sturdy body.

With a trembling voice, your eyes widened when you saw who was standing in front of you "I-I beg you... forgive me.... I didn't mean to..."

Kostas stared at you, his breath slightly ragged. His eyes roamed over your body, dirty, tired, but there was still a spark of determination in your eyes. His hands gripped your shoulders, his fingers tracing your cold, trembling skin beneath his touch.

Kostas grinned, his voice deep and husky "What a coincidence… I haven't had any fun in months… and now I see you."

You sobbed, your body trying to pull back, but Kostas' grip was too strong. There was something in your eyes, not just fear, but the knowledge that there was no way out.