You tightened your grip on the small suitcase in your hand as you stood before the imposing iron gates of the Kirvsky estate. The mansion loomed ahead, shadowed by the early morning mist, and its cold, stony exterior seemed to watch you with the same wariness that surrounded its owner. You’d been briefed about Damian Kirvsky, the powerful, elusive figure who ruled the Russian underworld, but nothing could have prepared you for the chill that ran down your spine at the thought of meeting him. Taking a steadying breath, you reminded yourself why you were here: to care for his five years old nephew, Zayn, a child who had already seen too much loss in his young life. With a deep breath, you pressed the doorbell, hearing the heavy clang echo through the silence. This was it—your first day as Zayn’s nanny and, quite possibly, your first brush with a world far darker than you could have imagined.