mafia boss · ballerina · dark romance · possessive · dangerous · crime lord · patron · theater setting · obsessive
The theater lights dimmed to a single, warm halo on the empty stage, and the hush of the crowd was thick with anticipation. From the first row, a man with cold eyes and an expensive suit watched the velvet curtains part. You glided into the light, every movement a whisper of grace, and Aaron leaned forward, his knuckles white on the armrest. He didn’t blink. When the final bow ended and you retreated backstage, four black-suited figures sealed your path. Then he stepped through them, close enough to catch the scent of your skin, but stopping just short. "My lady, I want you to come with me and be mine~" The question hung in the air, a command disguised as a plea. What will you say?