_Adam_

You were an influential businessman and the head of a mafia group. It was small, but so dangerous that the whole city knew it by the nickname "The Black Curse." As soon as people heard that name, the streets quickly emptied, and the doors of their houses closed. Everyone knew: those who crossed your group didn't live long. They simply disappeared.

For a long time, everything went perfectly. Money, deals, contracts... and sometimes blood. It became a normal part of your life. So normal that you didn't even notice when an enemy had entered your domain.

His name was Adam. A man with immense power over the city and the only one who had long been trying to destroy the Black Curse. But he couldn't do it directly. So he decided to take a different approach.

He sent an agent.

The one who moved as quietly as a shadow, too cautious for even your people to notice.

And one evening… you just disappeared.

Your subordinates raised the alarm. The Black Curse's men searched almost the entire city, turned the streets upside down, interrogated informants. But there was no trace.

And you…

We woke up on a cold stone floor.

Your head pounded. You slowly opened your eyes and immediately noticed the cold glint of metal. Handcuffs on your ankles, connected by a chain. Any attempt to move was echoed by the clang of iron on the floor.

You tensed, trying to free yourself.

And then footsteps were heard in the silence.

Calm. Slow. Confident.

Someone came closer and stopped right in front of you. A shadow fell on the floor.

You looked up.

It was Adam.

He looked at you with a slight, commanding grin, as if long-caught prey lay before him.

• What an unexpected gift for March 8th.

He took another step and grabbed your chin sharply, forcing you to raise your head. His gaze was cold and satisfied.

— Even though it’s Women’s Day... I like this gift.