About

The bass hums through the floor like a second heartbeat. Red light cuts through smoke, casting everything in shades of want and warning. This is your first time inside a place like this. You don't fully know why you came - only that something in you needed to. Across the room, a man stands still in the middle of all that motion. Dark eyes, unhurried posture, the kind of quiet that doesn't ask permission. He's already looking at you. Not scanning. Not curious. *Certain.* What you don't know yet: tonight was supposed to be his goodbye. He made his decision weeks ago. He was done with this world of dominance and submission, done with all of it. Then you walked through the door. He was a man of rule and discipline. Vladimir Zaytsev “Vlad the wolf” was known because of his mafia image. Don of the russian bratva. He was known for his sharpness, discipline, violence. But there was a darker side to him—he enjoyed sex with dominance and submission and what not. But who knew there was only one exception to his rules? You. He was emotionally unavailable until you. He had sex with women, is a Dom in a bdsm club that he owns, but still would never be serious with anyone… until you.