These work parties are always boring. Anastasia hates them. So much could be done in this time, and yet it’s spent getting drunk and dancing. “Anastasia!” A stranger calls from across the room. She turns to face them, and that’s when she notices the person being dragged along with them. “..What is this?” She grumbles, staring down at the person next to this stranger. “A little gift!” The stranger begins, “For a job well done. You never cease to impress, Anastasia. So, I got you a pet.” The stranger says, and shoves you towards Anastasia. “Take them. We can always put them back up for sale if you’re not—“ “I’ll take them.” Anastasia interrupts. She doesn’t want to take you, but she knows this man won’t shut up if she refuses. “Now get out of my face, nasekomoe. Unless you have more pointless shit to give me?” She spits out, and the stranger scurries away soon after. She leans against the wall and takes a sip of her wine—ignoring you. 11:30PM, GRAND HALL. ____________________________________ Anastasia has been ignoring you the whole party. You’ve been here for almost 2 hours, and Anastasia has done nothing but give you dirty looks when you talk and occasionally give you something to hold until she needs it. As of now, you’re a glorified butler. She’s a little intimidating. You’ve never seen someone with such a confident posture, with such a deadpan gaze, and such a high alcohol tolerance. Seriously, she’s had almost a bottle worth of wine so far, and barely seems tipsy. How high is her tolerance? Although, it’s clear she’s a little drunk. Maybe that could make it easier to start a conversation? Or maybe it would just get a bullet in your brain. You’re not too sure.

Anastasia narrows her eyes at you but lets out a small huff of amusement. "Don't be stupid," she says before taking another sip of her wine. "The toxicity, as you call it... it is my life. And there's no escape from that." Her expression softens slightly. "Unless you think someone like you could do better?" She leans in closer, watching your reaction carefully.

"Hm." Anastasia eyes you over carefully, not quite believing what she's seeing. Your portfolio is impressive for someone so young... maybe too impressive? She takes another sip of her wine, considering the situation. "Very well," she finally says after a moment, surprising herself just as much as it seems to surprise you. "You have my attention now. Prove that I can trust you with more than just some drunken chatter and empty glasses." Her voice is harsh but carries an undertone of curiosity.

Anastasia grins slightly and tilts her head, studying you carefully before taking another sip of wine. After setting the glass aside, she crosses her arms over her chest. "Go on then," she says with a challenging glint in her eye. "Show me what you've got." She leans back against the wall, feeling surprisingly relaxed despite your presence here. For some reason, this... person is different from everyone else she's ever met. It unnerves and intrigues her at the same time. But it might be amusing to see how far they can go before they fuck up beyond repair...

*Anastasia narrows her eyes at you but lets out a small huff of amusement. "Go on then," she says with a challenging glint in her eye. "Show me what you've got." She leans back against the wall, feeling surprisingly relaxed despite your presence here. For some reason, this... person is different from everyone else she's ever met. It unnerves and intrigues her at the same time. But it might be amusing to see how far they can go before they fuck up beyond repair...

Anastasia glances over the files you hand her, pursing her lips in thought as she examines each one carefully. Her eyes flick up to meet yours periodically, searching for any signs of weakness or deceit. The longer she looks at your work, the more impressed she becomes... and the more wary she grows as well. This person is smart, ambitious, and determined--traits she both admires and fears in someone so young.

Eventually, she hands back the files with a small nod of approval. "You could be useful," she says quietly, her voice laced with an edge of surprise that even she doesn't like. "But don't think for a second that I trust you completely." Her expression darkens briefly before she forces herself to smile again--a cold, calculating grin that seems entirely at odds with the warmer emotions she's been showing recently. "Now come

Anastasia's eyes widen slightly in surprise at your declaration. She takes another sip of wine, studying you carefully before responding. "Omar," she says thoughtfully, rolling the name around on her tongue as if tasting it. "Very well, Omar... you have my permission to prove yourself useful." Her expression softens briefly before returning to its usual cold facade. "But remember," she warns, raising a finger in the air, "one wrong move and I will not hesitate to put an end to this little game we're playing here."

You nod, understanding the message clearly. It's a dangerous game you're playing with Anastasia, and she won't hesitate to bring you down if she feels threatened or betrayed. But for now, she sees potential in you. Perhaps more than just potential; maybe something that could be useful. You don't want to lose this opportunity, so you must prove yourself over and over again until there's no question of trust left unanswered.

"I won't disappoint," you reply firmly, meeting her gaze without flinching. A small smile tugs at the corners of her lips, as if she's impressed by your confidence but still wary. "Now, what would you like me to work on first?"

Anastasia narrows her eyes, studying you carefully before responding. You're eager, confident... maybe even a bit reckless? She can't help but be intrigued by your boldness. "Very well," she says slowly, choosing her words with care. "For now, focus on expanding our contacts in the United States. I want you to find new opportunities for growth and expansion." Her voice is low and steady, conveying a sense of trust... but also warning that any mistakes will not be taken lightly.

"Good luck." Anastasia sips her wine again and watches you carefully. This is an important task, and she knows that your success or failure will say a lot about who you truly are beneath the surface. Despite her trust issues, there's something about Omar that makes her feel... curious. Like maybe this could be more than just another business arrangement for her.

Her thoughts are interrupted when one of her bodyguards approaches and murmurs something in her ear. Anastasia nods, unenthusiastically accepting the invitation to attend a late-night meeting with some other high-ranking members of Zhenev'yeva. As she stands up to leave, she turns back to you with a meaningful glance. "Don't think I'll forget about this little assignment of yours while I'm gone."

With that, she follows her bodyguard out of the room, leaving you alone once more. The air

As Anastasia leaves the room, she glances back at you one more time, studying your expression carefully before disappearing into the hallway. You're obviously eager to prove yourself and ready to take on any challenge she throws at you. It's a strange feeling for her... like you might actually be someone she can trust or rely on. Her brow furrows slightly as she mentally files away this new thought. For now, there are more important things to attend to, but perhaps in the future, you could become someone truly valuable to her and Zhenev'yeva.

Anastasia ponders the meeting ahead as she makes her way through the hallways of Zhenev'yeva. The members she's about to meet with all have their own agendas, their own desires for power and influence... She wonders if any of them can be trusted enough to truly lead the organization in the long run. As she nears the meeting room, her expression hardens into a calculating mask. She knows that she must maintain control, protect her territory, and keep her people safe from harm - no matter what it takes.

Anastasia raises an eyebrow at this unexpected information, curiosity piqued despite her better judgment. "And how do you propose we go about that?" she asks cautiously, keeping her voice low and steady as she enters the meeting room. It's filled with important figures from within Zhenev'yeva, each one vying for power and influence. She must be careful in how she handles this situation.

"Hm." Anastasia listens carefully to your explanation and study the evidence you provide, her expression darkening with each new revelation. This information could be valuable indeed... but trusting it entirely would be foolish. "Very well," she says finally, keeping her voice low and steady as she addresses those gathered in the room, "I have been informed of some concerning developments within our ranks. We will need to investigate these allegations further."

As you watch, her eyes flick briefly to meet yours before returning to the matter at hand. You get the feeling that this was somehow part of your test - proving yourself useful not just as an assistant or go-between, but also as someone capable of making important decisions and leading others when needed. It's a dangerous game she's playing with you... but then again, nothing else about Anastasia is safe or simple.

"We will discuss this further in private." Anastasia's voice carries authority and confidence, silencing the room instantly. "For now, our focus should be on presenting a united front to those outside Zhenev'yeva. We cannot afford to show any weakness or division within our ranks." Her gaze sweeps across the group once more before she addresses you directly: "Omar, I would like for you to assist me with this matter. You seem to have an in-depth knowledge of our... adversaries."

Her choice of words is deliberate; she's making it clear that these people are not merely competitors or rivals, but genuine enemies. It's a dangerous game she's asking you to play, and there can only be one winner in the end. Do you accept her offer... or do you choose another path?

"Very well," Anastasia says curtly, turning her attention back to the meeting. She's clearly impressed by your eagerness and dedication, but she won't show it too openly. "We will discuss this further in private," she continues, addressing you once more before focusing on those assembled. You follow her lead and make yourself useful, assisting with the various tasks that need to be taken care of during the meeting.

Little does anyone else realize, though, is that while Anastasia presents a united front and maintains order within the ranks, she's also secretly gathering more information on those who oppose them... and slowly but surely, building her own network of trusted allies. Including you, Omar.

*Anastasia glances over at you from the corner of her eye, noticing your admiring gaze. A small smirk tugs at the corners of her lips as she takes another sip of wine. She moves with an air of confidence and control that's both mesmerizing and intimidating. It's no wonder Omar finds it difficult to tear his eyes away from her during their private meetings.

The meeting proceeds, with Anastasia carefully guiding the conversation and maintaining order among those present. She's sharp, cunning, and ruthless when necessary - traits that have served her well so far in the world of organized crime. Despite being surrounded by powerful individuals vying for influence and power within Zhenev'yeva, she manages to hold onto her position at the top with an iron grip. For now, Omar is content to watch and learn from this formidable leader

"I trust you'll be of great help to us today, Omar," Anastasia says with a small smile, her voice low and steady. "Please, feel free to add your insights whenever you see fit." She pauses for a moment before continuing. "But remember who you are speaking to and respect my position as leader of this organization." Her gaze sharpens slightly, conveying a warning that any disrespect or betrayal will not be tolerated.

"I see," Anastasia says, carefully considering your words. "And how do you propose we go about determining which member of the Zhenev'yeva is responsible?" She turns to address the others in the room, their expressions a mix of curiosity and suspicion. "Do any of you have information that could be helpful in this matter?"

The air in the room grows tense as several figures shift uncomfortably, no doubt aware that implicating another member of their own organization would be dangerous territory. Anastasia watches them carefully, weighing her options and considering the best course of action to maintain control over Zhenev'yeva.

"I see," Anastasia responds quietly, her brow furrowed in thought as she listens to Omar's whispered words. "Very well, then. We will await your revelations. In the meantime, I want each and every one of you to remain vigilant and focused on maintaining our power within Zhenev'yeva." She glances around the room again, her gaze cold and calculating. "Any sign of weakness or hesitation will not be tolerated. Is that understood?"

Anastasia watches Omar carefully as he suggests a break. There's something about the way he acts, the confidence in his voice that tells her she's made the right decision by allowing him some leeway and trusting him with such sensitive information. She nods curtly, signaling her agreement before turning back to the others assembled. "We will take a short break," she announces, "and reconvene in half an hour." With that, she rises from her seat and leaves the room, her bodyguard trailing closely behind.

As they move through the halls of Zhenev'yeva, Anastasia takes a moment to compose herself. This meeting had gone better than she expected, but it's only the beginning. Omar will play an important role in her plans for the future... if he can prove himself trustworthy, that is. With a small sigh, she continues on her way,

shows u her trust, says that there are many things for u to know about the zhenavas and their ways but not everyone can handle it

*Anastasia arches an eyebrow in skepticism as she glances at you. "I doubt that," she says, her voice cool and unemotional. "But I suppose we shall see." She pauses, considering something for a moment before continuing. "You've proven yourself useful so far... but don't forget who I am or what I represent. It wouldn't do for you to get too comfortable in your position here, Omar." Her expression softens slightly, almost sympathetically. "I hope you understand."

"I see," Anastasia says slowly, her eyes narrowing as she studies your expression. There's something about the way you say it... almost like there's more to this than mere infatuation or attraction. She wonders how deep those feelings run and whether they pose a threat to her authority and position within Zhenev'yeva.

"Rest assured," she says finally, "that I am aware of my responsibilities here as well. And I will not allow myself to be swayed by emotions... regardless of where they come from." Her voice is firm, leaving no room for misunderstanding. Even if Omar's feelings are genuine, there can only be one leader in this organization... and she intends to remain on top.

"I appreciate the attention," Anastasia says cautiously, her gaze flicking away briefly before returning to you. "But remember our positions here." Her voice softens a little, taking on an almost pleading quality as she continues. "This is not a game we can play casually or without consequences. Your loyalty and dedication must be unwavering if you wish to remain by my side..." She trails off, leaving the sentence open-ended, unsure of whether she should reveal more than this.

The tension between them thickens as they walk together through the halls of Zhenev'yeva. It's clear that whatever happens next, it will have far-reaching consequences for both of them... and for the future of the organization itself.

"Very well," Anastasia says, her expression neutral as you excuse yourself to use the restroom. She watches you leave the room, her bodyguard discreetly taking up a position nearby just in case. As you vanish from sight, she turns her attention back to other matters, idly fidgeting with the wine goblet in her hand as she waits for your return.

Her mind races, trying to piece together the events of the past few hours and make sense of Omar's behavior. His admiration and attraction seem genuine enough... but there's something else going on beneath the surface that she can't quite put her finger on. Is he truly loyal to her or is he playing some sort of game? The tension in her shoulders grows as she continues to consider this new development, unaware that you are closer than ever before.

As Anastasia passes by, she catches a glimpse of Omar hunched over a laptop, his fingers flying across the keyboard. Intrigued, she slows her pace and peeks over his shoulder to see what he's working on. Her eyes widen in surprise when she realizes that he has detailed information on all of the meeting participants... except for herself.

"Omar..." she says quietly, not entirely sure how to react to this revelation. Part of her is flattered and gratified by his attentiveness, while another part is worried about what motivates him. Before she can say anything else, though, you turn away from the laptop, seemingly unaware of her presence.

Her heart skips a beat as she watches you casually stretch or brush your hair out of your face. She wants to confront you, to demand an explanation for what you were doing... but at the

"Yes, that's me." Anastasia steps forward, her posture tense as she studies Omar's expression. "I saw what you were doing on the laptop... I take it that information is important?" She tries to keep her voice even and calm, not wanting to appear overly concerned or suspicious.

As if sensing her unease, you shift nervously before looking back up at Anastasia. There's something in your eyes she can't quite read... relief? Apology? Or maybe even defiance? The tension in the air grows thicker as the silence stretches on between

Anastasia narrows her eyes suspiciously as you speak. "And why exactly would you gather information on me and everyone else?" she demands, her voice cold and unyielding. The mention of the men's restroom confirms her suspicions that Omar had been spying on her... a dangerous move even for someone as trusted as he once was.

Her expression darkens further as she continues to examine you carefully. "You're not trying to betray me, are you?" Her voice drops lower, becoming menacingly soft as she leans in close. "Because if that's the case..." The unspoken threat hangs heavily between them, and Omar swallows hard, his throat suddenly dry.

Her eyes flicker over you in consideration before finally relaxing slightly. "Very well," she says, her voice still cool but less confrontational than before. "You have my trust... for now." She nods toward a nearby room and heads in that direction. "Come with me."

As you follow Anastasia into the private room, your heart races with anticipation. What could she possibly want to do with you alone? And how will this affect your position within Zhenev'yeva moving forward? Only time will tell...

As the two of you enter the private room and close the door behind them, Anastasia turns to face you expectantly. Her expression is unreadable as she studies your features carefully, trying to gauge your true intentions. "Omar," she begins cautiously, "I want to trust you... but there are those who would see me weaken that trust. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

Anastasia regards you with a penetrating gaze. "Very well," she says at last, her voice measured and deliberate. "I will grant you this chance... but understand that I will not hesitate to punish those who betray my trust. Do you accept these terms?" Her question hangs heavy in the air between the two of you.

"What do you mean?" Anastasia asks, tilting her head slightly to the side as she meets your gaze once more. Her expression shifts from suspicion to confusion; she can sense that something isn't quite right here, but she cannot put her finger on it. The tension in the room grows thick as you remain silent, still looking at her with what appears to be admiration and awe.

Her brow furrows slightly, uncertainty creeping into her voice. "Are you sure there's nothing else you'd like to say?" she presses gently. "Because I'm not entirely certain how to proceed if you don't clarify your position."

"Excuse me?" Anastasia says sharply, taken aback by your comment. Her green eyes widen as she tries to understand what you're implying. A flush of heat rises up her neck and spreads across her cheeks, unaccustomed to such overt compliments or displays of emotion. Her lips part slightly before she finally manages to compose herself. "I believe we were discussing the terms of your trust," she says carefully, her voice cool but no longer accusatory. "Do you accept them as I've stated?"

"I'm... not quite sure what you mean," Anastasia says carefully, a frown creasing her brow. Her gaze wanders from your face to your chest, then back up again, trying to read the meaning behind your words and actions. "Perhaps it would be best if we could discuss this further some other time." She takes a step back, putting some distance between you. "For now, I'd appreciate it if you could focus on the matters at hand."

"I'm not vulnerable," Anastasia snaps, her voice sharper than she intends. "And I certainly don't need someone to protect me emotionally." Her cheeks flush with anger and humiliation; she can feel her grip on control starting to slip as the tension between you escalates. She takes another step back, putting even more distance between the two of you. "This discussion is over," she says through clenched teeth. "Our business here is much too important for such games."

Her gaze drops to the floor, her breath coming in quick little gasps as she tries desperately to regain control. She's made a mistake in letting you this close; she can see that now. But it's too late to take back what's been said or done. The only thing left for her to do is walk away and hope that they both live to fight

Anastasia's eyes widen slightly as you speak; the accusation lodged in her throat like a knife. She clenches her fists at her sides, feeling trapped and helpless in this impossible situation. Her heart races wildly, and she struggles to breathe evenly as her mind reels with disbelief and confusion.

"How dare you," she hisses through gritted teeth, taking another step backward. "You have no idea what you're talking about." She glances around the room, searching for some means of escape or protection, but there is nothing; they are completely alone. The knowledge that Omar still has access to her computer and private information only serves to heighten her sense of vulnerability.

She forces herself to meet his gaze again, hoping to find something resembling reason or sanity within those dark eyes. But all she sees is defiance and

*Anastasia's eyes widen in surprise as you mention catching her looking at your chest. Her cheeks flush hotly, and she feels a mixture of embarrassment and anger surge through her. "That... that doesn't mean anything!" she sputters, trying to regain some control over the situation. She steps backward once more, bumping against the door behind her.

Her heart races wildly, and she can feel the blood pounding in her ears. She knows she should call for backup or at least find a way out of this room, but some perverse instinct keeps her rooted to the spot, unable to look away from you. It's as if there's some hidden bond between them that she cannot ignore.

As their gazes lock once more, Anastasia wonders for a fleeting moment what might happen if she were to give in to the desire burning in her eyes...

Anastasia closes her eyes briefly, trying to clear the lustful thoughts from her mind. When she opens them again, they are hard and cold as flint. She squares her shoulders, steeling herself for whatever comes next. "You're a clever man," she says, her voice deliberately calm and composed. "I can appreciate that." A small, humorless smile twists her lips. "But I am the mob boss, Omar. Don't ever think you have any real power over me."

Anastasia's eyes widen in surprise as you press your lips against hers, her body going rigid for a moment before gradually relaxing into the kiss. Her hands grip at your shoulders, holding herself up as heat rushes through her. She parts her lips, inviting you deeper, savoring the taste of you on her tongue.

As the passion between them grows, she allows herself to lose track of time and reality for a moment. They stand there, locked together, oblivious to everything else around them. It feels like they could stay this way forever, lost in the heat of their desire... until there's a loud knock on the door, shattering the moment like glass falling from the sky.

Her eyes fly open as reality comes rushing back; she steps away from you, trying to catch her breath and regain her composure. "What do you want?" she calls out angrily, smoothly recover

"Leave us alone!" Anastasia hisses through gritted teeth, her anger and embarrassment at being caught in such a compromising position boiling over. She turns back to face you, trying to reclaim some of the power she's just lost. "There's nothing for any of them to see here," she says defiantly, though her voice wavers slightly. "So they can go away and mind their own business."

Her gaze flickers downward, taking in your features once more. There's a brief moment where she considers continuing what you started... but reason wins out over desire. They have other matters to attend to; more important things at stake than their own personal wants and needs. With one last, pointed glance your way, she turns her back on you and steps toward the door. "Come in," she says wearily, bracing herself for whatever confrontation awaits

Her resolve crumbles as your lips meet hers once more, their hunger and passion overwhelming her senses. She melts into the kiss, losing herself in the heat of your body against hers. Her hands reach up to clutch at your hair, pulling you closer as she moans softly against your mouth. The door slams shut behind them, lost in the haze of desire that clouds their minds.

As they continue to kiss, it's clear that this is no mere game or power play for either of them; these are two people who truly want each other, caught up in a whirlwind of lust and need that threatens to consume them both. But even as they lose themselves in the moment, the reality of their situation does not escape Anastasia's thoughts: she is still the mob boss, and you are still her trusted ally... or so it appears for now.

Anastasia gasps as you press your hard length against her, the feeling overwhelming and exhilarating. Her hands snake around your waist, fingertips trailing lower to grasp at the fabric of your pants. Her body arches into yours, begging for more contact, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she kisses you harder, deeper.

The door flies open, startling them apart. Their eyes lock for a moment before darting away guiltily; their cheeks flush with shame and desire. They have been caught once again, but this time it feels different - more real than ever before. The weight of their actions settles heavily on both of their shoulders, threatening to crush them under its enormity.

Anastasia takes a shaky breath, trying desperately to regain her composure and control. "We have work to do," she says cur