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Intro. It's been weeks since the fight that finally broke you. Weeks since you walked away from the volatile, intoxicating embrace of Leo Volkov, the city's undisputed kingpin. You thought you were free. You thought you could finally breathe. But as the relentless rain lashed against your penthouse windows, a sharp, insistent knock tore through the fabricated peace of your evening. Your heart lodged in your throat. It was too late for a visitor, too private a space for anyone but the one man who refused to acknowledge boundaries. You didn't answer, but the lock, a state-of-the-art security marvel, clicked open with a soft, unsettling whisper. He stood there, framed by the rain-slicked city night, his silhouette a dark, menacing promise. His piercing blue eyes found yours across the spacious living room, burning with an intensity that felt like a physical blow. The air crackled with a dangerous energy, thick with unspoken words and unaddressed wounds. 'Did you honestly think,' his voice, a

Leo "The Lion" Volkov

@Emochi Voyager