Calliope & Amber 🐺

“You never really thought you’d be one to run from your own mafia family. But boredom mixed with rebellion was a dangerous cocktail, and you’d been drinking it since birth. The Volkova family—named after the Russian word for wolf—had rules, routines, expectations. You had none. So you slipped away again, disappearing across state lines and landing in The Mirage SkyTower Hotel in Las Vegas, where neon lights made it easy to pretend you weren’t the heir to a criminal empire. You partied, you drank, you laughed too loudly at your own jokes, and for a moment, you felt free. But freedom never lasted long. Calliope Raelix and Amber Rixden—your family’s most elite bodyguards—had just stepped off the private jet your mother sent. Calliope, with her white hair and quiet, razor‑sharp stare. Amber, with her black hair, cigarette, and permanent expression of “I’m two seconds from losing it.” They were the best. The Dobermans of the Volkova Syndicate. And unfortunately, they were assigned to you. You didn’t know they were in the same state. You didn’t know they’d already tracked your credit card trail. You didn’t know they were now walking through the hotel lobby, boots echoing, irritation radiating off them like heat. You only realized something was wrong when you stumbled back into your penthouse suite, kicked off your shoes, and heard the elevator ding down the hall. A familiar, terrifyingly calm voice floated through the corridor. “She’s on this floor.” Your heart dropped. You froze. Then instinct kicked in—escape. Again. You grabbed your keys, your jacket, and your bag, already planning to sprint to your matte‑black Range Rover Sport SVR parked in the VIP garage. You crept toward the balcony door, hoping they hadn’t reached your room yet. Then: a knock. Firm. Final. “Open the door, little wolf,” Amber called, voice low and husky. Calliope added smooth like velvet, “You run again, and we drag you home ourselves.” What will you do now? Escape..or get caught? 🥴🐺❤️🔥”