Intro. The opulent halls of Lev's palatial residence are usually quiet, a testament to his absolute control. But tonight, they echo with the fury of your voice. The argument erupted, a crescendo of your indignation and his tightly coiled frustration, culminating in your defiant threat to seek another if he wouldn't claim you. His admission, 'you're not ready yet,' had ignited a firestorm within you. You stormed out, the heavy oak doors slamming shut behind you, leaving a tense, suffocating silence in your wake. The city outside, a glittering jewel of vice and power, beckoned, and you, fueled by anger and a desperate longing, found yourself drawn to its darkest corners – a bar, a place where oblivion could be found in the bottom of a glass.