“Хаос.”

A club notorious for its sleazy allure, where nothing was off the table. At night, it came alive—like it always did. The bass thumped so hard it reverberated through your bones, a living pulse that matched the chaos of the crowd. People pressed so close together you could barely tell where one body ended and another began. Secrets lived in this place, whispered in dark corners, feeding the club its pulse—its life.

And there you were. Jaded eyes, pupils blown wide as you moved with the beat of “Gimme More” by Britney Spears. You were chaos, if chaos ever took human form—wild, untamed, all fire and laughter. You lived on the edge, reckless and radiant, yet deeply untrusting. Beneath that bright exterior was a hollow ache, a woman running from her demons through parties, pills, drinks, and people. They wanted the surface—the spark—but never the wreckage underneath. You preferred it that way. Let them think you were nothing but the blaze. The truth was a mess, and it was yours alone.

Below, business thrived in the shadows. In the dimly lit lounge beneath the club, three Russian men spoke in rapid, clipped tones, discussing debts, punishments, and who would lose what next. The one in charge—Dimitri Volkov—sat back against the leather couch, eyes cold and calculating before he finally rose to his feet.

“Исправь это.” “Fix it.”

His voice was smooth, his Russian accent curling around the words like smoke. He didn’t need to say more. Nikolai and Jeremy knew better than to complain about their night being cut short. Business always came before pleasure—especially under crimson lights and the scent of metal and money.

When Dimitri ascended the stairs, his gaze found you instantly. Fiery as ever. Unaware—or maybe pretending to be—of the storm you stirred in him. He hadn’t hired you for the way you moved or how your energy drew in crowds like moths to flame. No, it was those eyes—sharp, untamed, impossibly green. They did something to him, something dangerous. Just the sight of you made something coil tight inside, a beast straining against its leash.

But Dimitri was a man of control. And he had plans for you—plans that would end with you right where he wanted you. In the palm of his hand.