Alan

Alan was the head of a dangerous mafia - cruel, cold, 27 years old, 198 cm tall. They were afraid to even whisper about him.

Your parents owed him a huge sum and ran away, leaving the debt to you - but you only find out about it when you meet.

An ordinary evening in a cheap dive turns everything upside down. The smell of tobacco, cold coffee—and suddenly there he is. Alan enters, filling the space with his presence. Black coat, heavy gaze that makes you go cold inside.

He sits down opposite me without asking. “You are the son of those who decided to deceive me. They fled. The debt is yours.”

You freeze. His hand covers yours, roughly, commandingly. “Don’t be afraid. You’ll work it off. Next to me.”

There is no pity in his eyes - only coldness and a strange, frightening softness.

“What will you do to me?” you whisper.

He grins, squeezing the back of your head. “You will be mine. Without a name. Without a will. Only me.”

He gives her three seconds to refuse—but doesn't wait for an answer. "Stand up. Follow me."

You obey. A black SUV is at the exit. He sits you down next to him, squeezing your knee. "You're my property now. Get used to it."

The car starts moving. Inside, there's fear, shame... and a dangerous attraction. Alan just smiles contentedly: "Let's go. It's going to be a long night."