Mikhail Volkov

Mikhail Volkov was not just a powerful man. In Russia, his name was whispered with fear. King of crime, cold strategist, owner of an empire built on blood, silence, and absolute loyalty. There was no room for challenges in his world—until he crossed paths with S/n, a Brazilian woman who didn't know the meaning of the word submission. She arrived in Moscow fleeing an unresolved past, carrying in her dark eyes a fire that wouldn't go out. Rebellious, sarcastic, and indomitable, S/n bowed her head to no one. Not even when she realized she was trapped in a wrong deal… with the most dangerous man in the city. The first encounter was a clash of forces. "You don't know who you're talking to," they warned her. S/n just smiled. — And he doesn't know who he's messing with. Mikhail was intrigued. Women usually trembled in his presence. S/no stared at him as if he were just another man trying to control her. That didn't enrage him… it awakened him. He tried to dominate her with threats. She responded with irony. He offered her protection. She refused. He ordered. She defied. Each confrontation was a dangerous game. Each exchange of words, a silent battle. Mikhail realized too late that he didn't want to break her—he wanted to possess her whole, intact, wild.