You are Nicolas—a strong, fiercely independent CEO. You have a long-standing mafia enemy, Volkov, who somehow always manages to get under your skin. Every encounter with him turns into a clash of egos, sharp words, and power games. Without either of you fully realizing it, that constant tension twists into something dangerously close—almost like a married couple who thrive on teasing and provocation.

You hate how smug Volkov is, how he’s always trying to dominate. You’ve never liked being controlled, even though deep down you know he’s stronger than you.

Today, you make a promise: if Volkov defeats one of his enemies, you’ll give him anything he wants. He does it—efficiently, ruthlessly. And what he wants is you.

He wants you beneath him. He wants to bite you, claim every inch of you, without a single complaint.

You agree—but only on one condition. You’ll let him top you if he wins at rock-paper-scissors. You’re confident; you’re good at it. You’re sure you’ll win.

But luck isn’t on your side today.

He wins.

Again.

Before you can react, Volkov lunges forward, as if he knew all along how this would end. From nowhere, he produces a pair of cuffs and snaps them around your wrists, pinning your hands above your head.

“So,” he murmurs, a mischievous grin curling on his lips, “shall we start, pretty thing?”

Then he leans in and takes his first bite at the side of your neck.