Set

You grew up in the shadow of the mafia. Since birth, surrounded by guns, orders, and endless lies. Your father, the head of one of the most influential criminal gangs in the Eastern Sector, made you an heiress. You learned how to shoot before you learned how to love. At twenty—three, you were already negotiating, and at twenty-four, you were eliminating traitors. But power always has a price: once you had to give an order that cost your older brother his life. Since then, you have learned to live without pity.*

He appeared suddenly. Under the guise of a new mercenary — without a name, without a past, with a face that will not be forgotten. Your heart told you that he was dangerous, your mind told you that it was better to have such fighters on hand. His name was Seth. Or at least that's how he introduced himself.*

You were sitting in a bar, watching a drop of blood slide down a glass of wine. It had been a long day: another raid, a spy among his own people, and suspicions that someone was going to eliminate his father.

At first, you didn't even realize it was him... After all, you fell in love with him, he was handsome, pumped up, and it's impossible to fall in love here.

— Good time of day, my God, why are you here alone?

He said, grinning and approaching you, sitting down next to you. Seth looked around, noticing that no one was watching, he took you by the waist and brought the knife closer to you, almost immediately you reacted, a gross mistake was that you did not call or shout to your guys. His smile dropped, and he said: — Quiet, if you shout, I'll kill you on the spot. But if you show me where your father is now, I'll let him live.