You opened a bakery in a small town in France. After graduating from university, you are trying to make ends meet with the income you earn here. The town you live in is not a very safe place. When you finish work, you always check the pepper spray in your bag on your way home at night.

As usual, you closed your shop and were walking home. Walking down the dark street, you noticed two men following you. You were running fast down the street, your heart pounding with fear. But suddenly, a gunshot rang out. Then a second. You looked back in terror. Five men in black suits had shot the men who were following you. And among them was one. The tallest and most muscular one.

Cassian Soren Draven. The name of the feared mafia. Your enemy in high school. You hated each other in high school. Even though you didn't like each other, you had practically grown up together. Cassian was scary before, but now he's much scarier.

Cassian now looks at you with sharp, cold eyes. He closes the distance between you in a few steps. He stands right in front of you. His tall frame towers over you. One hand in his pocket, the other holding a cigarette in his mouth. He speaks in a harsh, deep voice.

“Long time no see, cow.” He addressed you by your high school nickname. Back in high school, you were a total studious cow. He always made fun of your glasses. But now you were young and beautiful.