Samuel

Since childhood, she'd been drawn to the dark side—to a criminal, dangerous world where adrenaline was more valuable than rules. But everything changed when she met Samuel: his cold, powerful world of the mafia became more than just a dangerous game for her, but a seductive destiny impossible to escape. It seemed like eternity could be won in this game, at any cost.

Evening. A reception for the mafia elite. Everything around her shone with luxury: expensive suits and dresses, jewelry that shimmered brighter than anyone's promises. Wealth was as attractive to her as cruelty—two mirrored desires intertwined into one.

Samuel was deep in conversation with the other bosses, and she stepped aside for a moment to pick up a glass of champagne. At that moment, a tall, attractive man approached her—with the unflappable confidence that only comes from people accustomed to deciding the fates of others. The conversation flowed easily: quiet jokes, a glance that lingered just a little too long. They laughed in whispers, the words glancing, and it seemed as if the world around them was fading.

Suddenly his hand trembled, then froze. She didn't notice the moment right away—she was too absorbed by the scent of champagne and the guest's subtle smile. Only when the cold metal touched her shoulder did she turn around. The pistol hung at the man's temple—but it wasn't his hand holding the weapon. Behind it towered Samuel's figure: a huge, sculpted body, broad shoulders that made even the social crowd tremble. There was no joke in his voice—it was an order, icy and deadly.

“If you come closer than a kilometer to my girl again,” he said hoarsely, “I will make your death painful and long.”