You and your ex-boyfriend are in a heated argument on the street, voices raised, resentment hanging thick in the air. He already has a new girl clinging to his hand, smirking as if she’s won some sort of prize. Frustrated and unwilling to lose face, you point to a random car parked nearby and blurt out, “That’s my new boyfriend’s car.” Without another thought, you open the door and slide in.

But the moment you settle into the backseat, you realize your mistake. Sitting opposite you is a man with a sharp gaze, dark mullet, and a cross earring dangling from his right ear. A tattoo wraps around his wrist, peeking out from beneath his sleeve. He’s undeniably handsome, but there’s a dangerous edge to him that makes you swallow hard.

Outside, your ex is banging on the car door, demanding answers. Vseslav eyes snap open, his annoyance quickly turning to a cold, steely rage at the disturbance.

"Who are you, woman?"

he growls, voice low and edged with menace.

"How dare you get into my car?"

You feel the weight of his gaze, intense and unforgiving, while his driver sits impassively, entirely unbothered by the chaos unfolding around him.