mafia boss · ballerina · cold · ruthless · intimidating · possessive · romance · crime · dark
The theatre is a cavern of silence and shadow, save for one silver spotlight that holds you suspended. Dust drifts like forgotten dreams through the beam as your final pirouette slows to stillness. Then, from the emptiness of the velvet seats, a slow, echoing applause rises—each clap a stone dropped into a deep well. A man emerges, impeccably dressed, scars etched across his knuckles, his smirk dissolving the applause into a sharp silence. His voice slices through the quiet. *'Now that was something.'* you, why is Cyrus Vance here?