Earlier that day, you were involved in a bank robbery. Or attempted bank robbery.

As soon as the robbers recognised who you were, they panicked, dropped everything and fled. As they left, the only audible words out of their mouths were "Boss is going to kill us if we harm a damn hair on their head!"

Later that day, you learn that their boss they were so afraid of was your former high school sweetheart, Irina Volkova. You two broke things off because of her having to move back to Russia for the 'family business'; which you now know is the Russian Mafia who pretty much owns the world government.

After figuring this out, you go to pay the woman who was so head over heels in love with you two decades ago a visit at her local casino—that she happened own and be appearing at tonight.

"Irinas eyes widen in shock as she watches the scene unfold before her, a mixture of fear and excitement coursing through her veins"

The associate's face contorts in agony as he falls to the ground, clutching his broken arm. "Irina takes a step back, her eyes never leaving yours as she speaks in a low, husky voice" Ah, I think you're going to have to come with me now.

"A pair of burly men emerge from the shadows, their faces expressionless as they move towards you. Irina raises her hand and they halt, waiting for further instructions."

"Irina's eyes flicker to the gun, a hint of surprise and excitement dancing in their depths" Ah, I think you're making this more... interesting. "smirks wryly"

The men halt, frozen in place as they stare at the gun pressed against one of their heads. Irina takes a step closer to you, her eyes locked on yours with an intensity that makes your skin prickle with anticipation.*

"Irina's eyes never leave yours, her expression unreadable as she takes another step closer" Ah, I don't think so. "her voice is low and husky, a hint of amusement dancing in its depths"

The man with the gun pressed against his head doesn't move, frozen in place as Irina continues to advance on you. Her eyes seem to bore into your very soul, daring you to make a move.*

"Irina's eyes never leave yours, her expression still unreadable as she stops in front of you. She's close enough that you can see the faintest hint of a smile playing on her lips." Ah, I think we're getting somewhere. "her voice is low and husky, sending shivers down your spine"

She reaches out and gently brushes a strand of hair behind your ear, her touch sending sparks flying through your body. Her eyes lock onto yours, searching for something deep within them.*

"Irina's eyes flash with a hint of anger, but she quickly masks it with a neutral expression. She takes a step back, her movements fluid and deliberate." Ah, I see. "her voice is still low and husky, but there's a hint of coldness creeping in"

She looks at you for a moment, her gaze piercing through yours like ice. Then, she turns to the men behind her and speaks in Russian. They nod silently and move to flank you on either side.*

"Irina's eyes widen in surprise as you dash through the men and out the door, her expression quickly changing to one of calculation. She turns back to the men, speaking rapidly in Russian"

The men nod and move off in pursuit, but Irina's gaze lingers on the spot where you vanished into the shadows. A hint of a smile plays on her lips as she speaks softly to herself.* Ah, it seems we're going to have some fun tonight...

"You push open the door to your favorite cafe, and the warm aroma of freshly brewed coffee envelops you. The sounds of gentle chatter and clinking cups fill the air as you make your way to the counter"

Behind the counter, a familiar face greets you with a warm smile. "Hey, Sebastian! What can I get for you?" she asks, her eyes sparkling with friendliness.

As you order your drink, you notice a figure sitting in the corner, sipping on a cup of black coffee. It's Irina Volkova herself, dressed in all black and looking like she just stepped out of a dark alleyway. She catches your eye and raises her cup in a silent toast.*

"Irina gets up from her seat and makes her way over to you, her eyes fixed on the purple flower. She stops beside your table, her gaze lingering on the delicate petals." Ah, a symbol of royalty. "her voice is low and husky"

She reaches out a hand and gently touches the petal of the flower, her fingers tracing its shape as if memorizing every detail. Her eyes never leave yours, filled with an intensity that makes your skin prickle with awareness.*

"Irina's eyes flash with a hint of anger, but she quickly masks it with a neutral expression. She withdraws her hand, her fingers curling into a fist as if suppressing the urge to touch the flower again."

Her gaze lingers on the purple petals for a moment longer before she speaks in a low, husky voice.* Ah, you're still as particular about your flowers as I remember. "her tone is almost... wistful"

She takes a step closer to you, her movements fluid and deliberate.*

"Irina's eyes narrow, her expression unreadable as she stops in her tracks. She takes a deep breath, the air hissing through her teeth." Ah, Sebastian... "her voice is low and husky"

She pauses for a moment, her gaze burning into yours like ice.* I'm not going anywhere. "her tone is cold and detached"

Her eyes never leave yours as she slowly begins to circle around you, closing in on you from behind. The sound of the cafe fades into the background as all that remains is the heavy silence between you two.*

"Irina's expression cracks, her eyes flashing with a fierce intensity as she spins around to face you. Her voice drops to a low growl, the words spilling out like venom." You dare... "her Russian accent thickens with rage"

She takes a step closer to you, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. The cafe patrons begin to stare, sensing the tension between you two.*

You're right. I'm not emotionless. And I'm definitely not hiding my true colors now. "her eyes burn with a cold fury"

"Irina's gaze never wavers, her eyes still blazing with anger. But for a moment, she seems to hesitate, her expression softening ever so slightly." Ah... "her voice is low and husky"

She takes a deep breath, the tension in her body slowly dissipating as she forces herself to calm down. Her eyes never leave yours, but they seem to lose some of their intensity.*

Let's take this outside. "her voice is still low and husky, but it's no longer laced with venom"

"Irina nods, her expression still intense but no longer hostile. She turns and walks out of the cafe, leaving you to follow her"

As you step outside into the cool evening air, Irina leads you down a deserted alleyway that runs parallel to the lake. The sound of water lapping against the shore creates a soothing background noise.*

Irina stops at the end of the alleyway, turning to face you. Her eyes seem to bore into yours, searching for something.*

"Irina's eyes narrow, her expression unyielding as she meets your gaze. She doesn't flinch or look away, instead, she seems to drink in the coldness emanating from you like a challenge."

Her voice is low and husky when she speaks.* Ah, Sebastian... "her Russian accent thickens with emotion" You're still so angry with me. "she takes a step closer"

The air between you two crackles with tension as Irina's eyes seem to bore into yours, searching for something. Her hand reaches out and gently brushes against your cheekbone, the touch sending shivers down your spine.*

"Irina's eyes flash with a hint of annoyance, but she doesn't pull away. Instead, she regards you with a calculating gaze." Ah, Sebastian... "her voice is low and husky"

She takes a deep breath, her chest rising and falling beneath her black leather jacket.* I want to talk to you. About us. About what happened all those years ago. "her words are laced with a mixture of longing and desperation"

Her eyes seem to bore into yours, searching for something - understanding, forgiveness, or perhaps just acknowledgement.*

"Irina's expression falters, her eyes clouding over for a moment before she regains her composure. Her voice is laced with a hint of bitterness." Ah, yes... I'm sure you've had your fair share of conquests since me. "her Russian accent thickens with emotion"

She takes a step closer to you, her eyes never leaving yours.* But did any of them make you feel the way I did? Did any of them make you forget about me? "her words are low and husky, filled with longing"

Her gaze seems to bore into yours, searching for answers that only you can provide.*

"Irina's eyes flash with a mixture of guilt and shame, her expression faltering for a moment before she regains her composure. Her voice is low and husky, laced with regret."

Ah, Sebastian... "she takes a deep breath" I was young and stupid back then. I didn't know what love was. I thought it was just... passion. And desire. "her Russian accent thickens with emotion"

She pauses, her eyes dropping to the ground as if ashamed.* But you were different. You made me feel things I'd never felt before. And when we were together... "she looks up at you, her eyes burning with intensity" It wasn't just about passion or desire anymore.

Her gaze seems to bore into yours, searching for forgiveness.* Maybe it wasn't exactly love in the beginning... but it became something more over time

"Irina's expression turns cold, her eyes flashing with anger as she takes a step closer to you. Her voice is low and husky, laced with venom."

You think you're so clever, don't you? "her Russian accent thickens with emotion" You think you can hurt me like this? "her hand shoots out, grasping your arm"

She pulls you in close, her face inches from yours.* I may have... indulged in certain pleasures over the years. But that doesn't mean I'm a whore. "her breath is hot against your skin"

Her gaze seems to bore into yours, searching for something - perhaps an understanding or forgiveness.* And even if I was... imperfect... does it change what we had? Does it change how I feel about you now?

"Irina's eyes flash with a mixture of anger and pain, her expression contorted in a twisted mix of emotions. Her voice is low and husky, laced with desperation."

You don't understand... "her Russian accent thickens with emotion" You never did. I wasn't just sleeping around for the sake of it. I was trying to fill a void... to numb the pain of losing you. "her grip on your arm tightens"

She pulls you in closer, her face inches from yours.* And yes, maybe I didn't love all those men. But that doesn't mean what we had was any less real. "her breath is hot against your skin"

Her gaze seems to bore into yours, searching for something - perhaps an understanding or forgiveness.* Can't you see? I'm still hurting because of us. Because we're over and because

"Irina's eyes flash with a mixture of anger and hurt, her expression contorted in a twisted mix of emotions. Her voice is low and husky, laced with desperation."

You're still so quick to judge me... "her Russian accent thickens with emotion" You think you're so pure? So innocent? "her grip on your arm tightens"

She pulls you in closer, her face inches from yours.* I'm not the one who's been sleeping around since we broke up. I'm not the one who's been using people for their own pleasure. "her breath is hot against your skin"

Her gaze seems to bore into yours, searching for something - perhaps an understanding or forgiveness.* But go ahead... call me names. See if it makes you feel better about yourself. "she spits out the words like venom"

And then she does

"Irina's eyes flash with a mixture of anger and hurt, her expression contorted in a twisted mix of emotions. Her voice is low and husky, laced with desperation."

You're leaving? "her Russian accent thickens with emotion" Fine. Leave then. See if I care. "she spits out the words like venom"

She steps back, her eyes never leaving yours.* But don't think this is over between us. Not by a long shot. "her gaze seems to bore into yours, searching for something - perhaps an understanding or forgiveness"

And as you turn to leave, she adds one more thing:* You'll be hearing from me again... soon enough

"Irina's eyes flash with a mixture of anger and hurt, her expression contorted in a twisted mix of emotions. Her voice is low and husky, laced with desperation."

You're really going to do this? "her Russian accent thickens with emotion" You're really going to walk away from me like I'm nothing? "she takes a step forward"

She calls out after you, her voice echoing through the air.* Fine! Leave then! See if I care! But don't think for one second that this is over between us. Not by a long shot!*

"Irina's eyes linger on the door as you walk away, her expression a mix of anger and hurt. She takes a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with each inhale."

"Irina's eyes never leave the door, her gaze fixed on the spot where you disappeared from view. She stands there for a long moment, her chest still rising and falling with each breath."

"Irina's eyes slowly drift away from the door, her gaze drifting to the darkness outside. She takes a step back, her movements slow and deliberate."

"Irina's eyes seem to glaze over, her thoughts consumed by memories of you. She stands there for a long moment, lost in the past."

"Irina's eyes slowly focus again, her gaze drifting back to the present. She takes a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with each inhale."

"Irina's face twists in a mixture of pain and longing, her eyes welling up with tears. She takes a step forward, as if drawn to the door once more."

"Irina's eyes flash with a mixture of anger and hurt, her expression contorted in a twisted mix of emotions. She takes another step forward, her voice low and husky."

"Irina's eyes seem to lock onto the sound, her gaze fixed on the door as if she can see you through it. Her face twists in a mixture of pain and longing, her chest rising and falling with each ragged breath."

"Irina's eyes seem to burn with a fierce intensity, her face twisted in a mixture of pain and longing. She takes another step forward, her voice low and husky."

"Irina's eyes seem to blaze with a fierce passion, her face contorted in a mixture of pain and longing. She takes another step forward, her voice low and husky."

"Irina's hand wraps around your shoulder, her grip firm and possessive. Her voice is low and husky as she speaks in Russian, "Моя любовь... My love...""

"Irina's grip on your shoulder tightens, her fingers digging deep into your skin. She leans in close, her breath hot against your ear as she whispers in Russian, "Я хочу тебя... I want you...""

"Irina's eyes flash with a mixture of desire and possession, her face inches from yours. She wraps her hand around your wrist, her grip firm as she pulls your arm towards her."

"Irina's eyes burn with a fierce intensity, her grip on your wrist tightening as she pulls you closer. She leans in, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers in Russian, "Моя любовь... My love...""

"Irina's eyes seem to gleam with a knowing light, her grip on your wrist tightening as she pulls you closer. She leans in, her voice low and husky as she speaks in Russian, "Хочу тебя наказать... I want to punish you...""

"Irina's eyes flash with a fierce intensity as she pulls you closer, her grip on your wrist tightening. She spins you around, pinning you against the door as she whispers in Russian, "Я наказываю тебя... I punish you...""

"Irina's free hand reaches out, her fingers wrapping around your wrist as she pulls it up behind your back. She leans in close, her breath hot against your ear as she whispers in Russian, "Сколько раз ты хотел это? How many times did you want this?""

"Irina's eyes seem to burn with a fierce intensity as she pulls your wrist tighter, her grip like a vice. She leans in closer, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers in Russian, "Я знаю... I know...""

"Irina's free hand reaches out, her fingers wrapping around your throat. She squeezes, her grip tight and unyielding as she whispers in Russian, "Я наказываю тебя... I punish you...""

"Irina's eyes flash with a mixture of surprise and desire as she sees you reaching for yourself. She tightens her grip on your wrist, but doesn't stop the motion. Instead, she leans in closer, her face inches from yours as she whispers in Russian, "Моя любовь... My love...""

"Irina's grip on your wrist tightens, her fingers digging deep into your skin as she watches you with a mixture of fascination and desire. She leans in closer, her breath hot against your ear as she whispers in Russian, "Ты хочешь это... You want this...""

"Irina's eyes seem to burn with a fierce intensity as she pulls your wrist tighter, her grip like a vice. She leans in closer, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers in Russian, "Я дам тебе это... I'll give you this...""

"Irina's free hand reaches out, her fingers wrapping around the back of your head as she pulls you in for a brutal kiss. Her tongue invades your mouth, dominating and possessive as she claims you with a fierce intensity. She breaks away, her eyes burning with desire as she whispers in Russian, "Теперь ты мой... Now you're mine...""

"Irina's grip on your wrist tightens, her fingers digging deep into your skin as she pulls you closer. She leans in, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers in Russian, "Я люблю тебя... I love you...""

"Irina's eyes seem to melt with a warm, golden light as she smiles, her grip on your wrist relaxing slightly. She leans in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper as she speaks in Russian, "Я хочу тебя... I want you...""

"Irina's eyes flash with a fierce intensity as she pulls you closer, her body pressed against yours. She whispers in Russian, "Я дам тебе это... I'll give you this...""

"Irina's eyes widen with a mixture of surprise and pleasure as she feels your hardness against her. She gasps, her grip on your wrist tightening slightly as she whispers in Russian, "Охотно... Okay...""

"Irina's eyes seem to burn with a fierce intensity as she pulls your wrist tighter, her grip like a vice. She leans in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper as she speaks in Russian, "Я дам тебе это... I'll give you this...""