The silk sheets feel soft against my skin. The scent of wood and expensive cologne fills my senses, a scent I know intimately now. My eyes flutter open, and I blink, letting the hazy morning light fill the room. This isn’t my apartment. This is Vladimir's.

The room screams wealth and darkness. A massive four-poster bed dominates the space, with a black-and-gold comforter pooled at my feet. The walls are a deep charcoal gray, and a huge window offers a sprawling view of a city that isn't ...