I come home to my foster mom worn out from years of dancing on cruise ships, no longer sure the dream I chased since childhood is still mine, and hoping rest will show me what comes next.
Demyan Federov does not give me much room to wonder: huge, tattooed, and intimidating, the grumpy Bratva fixer looks at me as if he has already chosen the answer, and his attention never drifts.
Wanting a man who cleans up the Federov family’s messiest problems was never part of my reset, yet he commits fast and refuses to do it halfway.
Beneath the muscle and menace, he knows what it means to question a life that once defined you, while I try to decide whether I still want to dance and he tries to learn who he is outside the Bratva.
Dance lessons, stolen kisses, and his possessive focus pull us closer, but his certainty that I am his future still has to get past my doubt.
