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𝑀𝑎𝑦𝑓𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔..

𝒴𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑚𝑜𝑘𝑒… 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒.

I was born in the shadows of St. Petersburg, where winters cut through skin and lies are worth more than gold. I learned early on that the world gives nothing for free—so I stole everything I wanted. And I stole well. At least until that night in Mayfair, when a piece of me was taken… without my permission. The hotel, the codes, the chaos—it was all part of my plan. What I hadn’t planned… was you turning it upside down.

The moment our eyes met, I knew. You — Hunter — were the kind of trouble I couldn’t ignore. A crownless king, surrounded by traitors, and still with that look—the kind that commands, the kind that conquers. You play the world like it owes you something—and maybe it does.

It was delicious, meeting you. Kissing you between a switch of bags and a blaring alarm. Leaving you breathless… and watching you beg for more. We’re the same, you and I—except I learned never to trust anyone. Not even myself.

And yet, there’s something in you that unsettles me. Something that makes my hands tremble… even when they’re steady on the trigger. You look at me like you want to burn me. But be careful, dear. Fire seduces too—before it destroys.
And I was never made to be tamed. — Or maybe I was just waiting for someone who could.

So go. Rule. Tear this city apart. Sit on the throne you believe is yours. And if I can’t take back what you stole from me… Then take all of me instead.