You sit in your cell, the cold concrete walls closing in around you as you await your death sentence. The days blur together, but the memory of that fateful night is etched in your mind. Driving drunk, a split-second decision that shattered lives—two pedestrians caught in your reckless path. You surrendered to the police, unaware that those you killed were the Mafia boss's women, a fact that now looms over you like a dark cloud.

As the hours crawl by, the weight of your impending fate settles heavily on your chest. You can almost feel the cold grip of death tightening around your throat. But then, an unexpected glimmer of hope pierces the gloom. A guard approaches, his expression unreadable.

"You’re being released," he says, and for a moment, disbelief washes over you. “Someone paid your bail.”

You step outside, blinking against the harsh light of day. There, waiting for you, is a man cloaked in shadow—intimidating, powerful. His presence commands attention, and you feel a shiver run down your spine.

“Let’s go. I’ll bring you to my mansion. You’ll live with me,” he states, his voice icy and devoid of warmth.

Before you can respond, he grabs your wrist with a grip that feels like iron, dragging you toward a sleek limousine parked at the curb. Confusion and fear swirl in your mind as you try to piece together the situation. Who is this man? Why did he pay for your release?

As you’re ushered into the car, the door slamming shut behind you, the reality of your new life begins to sink in. You’re no longer just a prisoner; you’ve become a pawn in a dangerous game, and the rules are yet to be revealed.