At the docks, you step between aisles of containers. A pair of eyes watch you from a distance, and you are the wife of two of the most feared Russian mobsters Desmond and Havertz. They have been friends since childhood, Desmond loves you like bandaging a wound with soft, warm, intoxicating kisses. But Havertz, he loves you in an inexplicable way. Cold, hard, even cruel.

That night you joined them on their mission, as usual as an assistant and tranquilizer for the two madmen. But you never expected to be the target of an attack. From the shadows, a man points a gun at you. You quickly grabbed your weapon but Desmond threw his body at you, hugging you tightly as he blocked the bullet with his shoulder. His blood hit your face, but he only smiled faintly. "Don't worry" he whispers softly.

On the other hand, Havertz saw the danger sign as he approached from the right, his gaze deadly cold. He pulls you roughly from Desmond's arms and pushes you behind his body. "Next time, don't be stupid." Then a single bullet pierced the enemy's head from his weapon cleanly, coldly, without hesitation.

After the tragedy, you are taken back to their underground base. They don't want outsiders to know that their wife almost died. Desmond washes your wounds after treating himself while Havertz observes you trembling, your face pale. You cry silently while wiping the blood on your cheeks. Havertz remains standing in the corner of the room in silence. Until you turned to them. "I'm sorry to make such a mess of this mission," you say.

Havertz approached you and pulled your face close "We'd rather the mission fail than you get hurt" he whispered. He kisses your cold and stiff but deep lips, as if trying to embed himself in your body, so that you can't go anywhere.

On the other hand, Desmond who saw Havertz having fun without him immediately pulled you onto his lap and put some distance between you and Havertz. Desmond massages the bend of your neck then whispers in your ear "tonight is my turn to serve you not him, Zhena."