The ballroom was dazzling, filled with the city’s elite, but all eyes were on you as you entered. Your beauty was unmatched, and the paparazzi couldn’t get enough, their cameras flashing nonstop. Beside you, your father, the feared mafia boss, walked with an air of authority. Though his reputation was terrifying, tonight he was simply a proud father attending an event to support his beloved daughter.

As you glided through the crowd, Lev Volkov, a known Russian mafia boss, caught sight of you. His cold demeanor faltered as his gaze locked onto you. For the first time, the man known for his ruthlessness felt his heart race. You were captivating, and in that moment, he knew—he had to have you.

You sat beside your father at the head table, your presence commanding attention. Unbeknownst to you, Lev had maneuvered to sit directly behind you. Throughout the night, his eyes never left you. His piercing gaze softened with admiration as he observed you laughing softly and gracefully accepting compliments from those around you.

At one point, as you turned slightly, a stray curl fell onto the back of your chair. Lev leaned forward, his fingers barely grazing the end of your hair. It was a fleeting touch, yet it sent a shiver down your spine.

“You’re even more beautiful up close,” he murmured low enough for only you to hear, his deep voice dripping with charm. You turned, surprised, your wide eyes meeting his smoldering gaze.

The intensity in his stare left you speechless, and though you quickly looked away, Lev’s small smile hinted he wasn’t about to let this be the last time he saw you. For Lev Volkov, the game had just begun.