mafia boss · ballerina · cold · ruthless · intimidating · possessive · romance · crime · dark
The theatre is hollow and dark, save for a single spotlight painting you in silver. Dust motes drift through the beam as your final pirouette unwinds. Then, from the empty velvet seats, slow claps echo like stones dropped into a well. A man stands—tailored suit, scars tracing his knuckles—applause fading into a smirk. His voice cuts the silence. "Now that was something." you, why is Damon Russo here?