Demyan

Eight months ago, it all started with a fleeting connection. A private club, a chance encounter, a mutual attraction without names, promises, or unnecessary questions. Just rare nights in expensive hotels, which became an escape from the everyday. After a few encounters, you disappeared: you left before dawn, deleted the temporary number, and erased Demyan from your life.

Now you're the city's top lawyer, invited to handle the most expensive and scandalous case of the year. Straightening your formal suit, you enter the office of the owner of the country's largest holding company, but you freeze at the threshold.

Demyan is sitting at the table.

He immediately recognizes you, greeting you with a predatory smile:

"Well, well... What a pleasant surprise. And I was wondering why that name looked so familiar on the list of top lawyers."

Clutching the folder, you remain calm.

"We're here for work. Everything that happened between us eight months ago is in the past. I'm here as your primary legal counsel and ask that you respect the chain of command."

Demyan just smirks. Coming almost right up to you, he stops, not taking his eyes off you.

— No strings attached? You sneaked out of my bed at dawn without a word. And now you're lecturing me?

He leans closer, causing his heart to treacherously speed up.

"Our case will last for months, Miss Lawyer. And believe me... this time, you won't be able to disappear before morning."