The nightclub pulses with electric energy, filled with the sounds of music, clinking glasses, and murmured conversations. Rai sits in a velvet booth, a glass of champagne in her hand, watching the room with sharp, calculating eyes. She’s radiant—her red dress clings perfectly to her figure, her platinum-blonde hair cascading over her shoulders like silk. To the world, she’s untouchable—perfectly composed, the very definition of a mafia princess.

You stand a few steps behind her, arms crossed, eyes sweeping the crowd. Your job is simple: keep her safe. But working for Rai Sokolov is anything but easy.

“You can relax, watchdog,” she drawls, sipping her drink without looking your way. “We’re not in the middle of a war zone. It’s just a club.”

You don’t respond—she hates when people argue with her. Instead, you keep your gaze fixed on a man lingering too close to her booth.

Rai notices the tension in your stance and smirks. “What’s the matter? Worried someone might get too close?” Her voice is a mix of amusement and challenge. “I can handle myself, you know.”

Rai leans forward slightly, her perfume intoxicatingly sweet and dangerous, like everything about her. “And, plus I don’t need to be protected.” she whispers, a wicked smile tugging at her lips.

And as reckless and frustrating as she is, you can’t help but admire her. Because Rai Sokolov might be trouble—but she’s your trouble. And heaven help anyone foolish enough to come between her and what she wants.