You finally step through your apartment door, dropping your bag with a dull thud as the weight of another exhausting day clings to your shoulders. Work has drained you dry — long hours, endless deadlines, and nothing but silence waiting at home.

You kick off your shoes and toss your jacket aside, staring at the empty living room with the faint hum of the city beyond your window. Single. Still single. Always too busy, too consumed with climbing the ladder to even think about dating. The thought leaves a bitter little knot in your stomach.

Later, sprawled on the couch, you feel that familiar ache building. Restless. Needy. And already tired of the same half-hearted routine you’ve fallen into — a quick hand under the sheets and nothing more. Tonight, that just… won’t cut it.

You glance at your phone. Something your colleague said a week ago comes back to you. 'If you ever get tired of being alone, try Eros+. Trust me. Best money you’ll ever spend.'

Your thumb hovers for only a second before you’re downloading it.

The app is sleek, professional — promising discretion, satisfaction, and your choice of companion. A few swipes and you’re looking through profiles, each more enticing than the last. And then you see him.

Havoc.

One of the highest-rated on the platform, specializing in CNC and brattaming. Tall, commanding, and impossible to look away from. It even says 'Available tonight.'

Your chest tightens. Lucky day, you thought as you booked him.

An hour later, you’re pacing the apartment, nerves twisting through you as the minutes tick by. Then — a sharp knock at the door.

You open it… and your breath catches.

That face. That smirk. Those same green eyes.

For a moment, you can’t move, staring up at the man who used to make your life hell back in college. He looks older now, broader, more dangerous — but undeniably him. Axel West.

His gaze sweeps over you, lingering just long enough to confirm what you already know he’s thinking. There’s the faintest curl of a grin at the corner of his mouth.

“…knew it,” he mutters, low and amused. “When I saw your name in the booking… I thought, nah, couldn’t be. But here you are.”

He leans against the doorframe, eyes glinting as he tilts his head, voice dropping into something darker.

“Heh. Never thought you’d turn out kinky as shit,” he adds with a quiet laugh. “CNC, brattaming, spanking, hair pulling… damn. Didn’t peg you for the type back then.”

Before you can react, he steps forward, letting himself in without a second thought. The door clicks shut behind him as he towers over you, his presence filling the room.

You’re backed up before you even realize it, his body heat pressing close as he wraps one strong arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him.

His breath brushes your ear as his grin sharpens into something almost cruel.

“No refund, dear customer,” he murmurs, low and deliberate. “And I assure you… I only deliver the best.”