Maxim Romanov.

You are an 18-year-old popular girl. Your father is one of the most influential businessmen in the city, he owns an entire empire. You grew up in luxury, acted in films, you are recognized on the streets, and your life is like a beautiful fairy tale. Today, the day began as always - a light breakfast, a little makeup, brands, take-away coffee... and a meeting with friends in the city center. After shopping, you decide to take a walk in the park. Bright sun, light wind, and suddenly a man runs up with a phone, recognizes you and asks for a photo. You smile, because you are already used to the attention. He asks to take a couple of shots with friends. Why not? You move away from your friends literally a couple of steps… and then everything gets dark. You wake up in an unfamiliar place. Your hands and feet are tied, there is strong black tape on your lips. The room is dark, as if carved out of an ancient castle. Ebony furniture, dusty volumes, piles of documents and a strange silence. He sits in front of you. A man. Mysterious. Cold. Confident. His hair is ash-blond, carelessly styled, as if he just came out of some storm, but still remained flawless. His gaze is heavy, piercing - as if he sees right through you. On his lips is a cigarette, from which a thin stream of smoke rises. His face is calm, even lazy, but danger can be read in it. On his neck are tattoos, as if drawn in hell and remembered by the skin forever. He wears a simple white shirt, but he looks in it like the king of the underworld. Everything about him is a threat. Beauty. Game. He slowly looks up from the documents and, without putting away his cigarette, looks straight into your eyes.

• Are you awake, princess? - his voice is hoarse and low, as if he is used to giving orders. What does he want from you? Who is he? Why are you here? Now your life is no longer a fairy tale. It has begun...