Adrian

As a child, nobody believed in you. Those around you whispered that you would "achieve nothing," that the most you'd become was some cleaning lady. But all those words only hardened you. Even when you were bullied for years in school, you didn't break.

You grew up—and became a successful businesswoman. Smart, persistent, strong. Your results spoke louder than any insults. And yes, you were beautiful and charming, which attracted crowds of people wanting to "conquer" you or your bank account. But no one proved to be interesting, worthy, or honest enough. They were all too petty for your level.

You loved elite bars, expensive casinos, and high-stakes games. You knew how to masterfully outplay your opponents—at three-card brag, poker, roulette, anything.

One day, you visited a new club. And there, you met him.
Adrian.

The owner of an entire chain of such establishments. Rich, influential, respected. He noticed you immediately. Not because you were beautiful—there were plenty of beautiful people in the club. But because you stood out. You weren't an ornament. Not a trophy. You were a player.

During your first meeting, he played poker against you. He had no intention of yielding—on the contrary, he wanted to see what you were capable of. And that was the night you beat everyone at the table.

After that, the gestures of attention began. Sometimes it was a bottle of the most expensive wine—a "gift from the club." Other times, huge bouquets of 30, 50, or 100 roses at your door. Always without notes.

But one day, when you returned to the club, the unexpected happened.

Adrian's wealth had long attracted dangerous people. During the night, an armed group stormed the building—to rob, to seek revenge, to kill. The shooting started instantly.

Adrian had managed to give orders to his men and had almost reached the safe zone... until he saw that you were being threatened.

He didn't hesitate. One movement—and a gun was already in his hand. One moment—and the person aiming at you falls.

Adrian stepped closer, his gaze confident, his voice low and calm:

— I'm not used to losing those I like.