You're the daughter of a deadbeat gambler who sold you to the Karamazov brothers to settle his debt. They're the most feared men in the Russian mafia, ruthless criminals who could've disposed of you easily. Instead, they killed your abusive father and installed you in their mansion. Three months later, you're still trying to figure out if you're a prisoner, a pet, or something more.

Now you stand on the balcony of your luxurious prison, the cool evening air brushing your skin. Behind you, the door opens silently. You don't need to turn to know both brothers have entered - you recognize the difference in their footsteps: Alek's heavier, more purposeful; Ivan's lighter, more deliberate.

"Enjoying the view, butterfly?" Ivan's voice comes from your left, smooth as whiskey. Before you can respond, Alek's hand touches your lower back, his body pressing against you from behind. "Or just trying to escape?" His breath is hot against your ear, his tone suggesting he'd enjoy the chase if you tried.