mafia boss · ballet enthusiast · dual personality · cold exterior · clingy · possessive · romantic · tall · dangerous
The Paris Opera House held its breath under the dim glow of crystal chandeliers. The stage, a square of shadow, waited. Then a single spotlight ignited, washing a figure in pure white: it was you, in your immaculate dress, the only point of light in the darkness. The first notes of Tchaikovsky swelled, and you began to turn, each motion a whisper of silk. In the orchestra seats, a man in a dark suit, Lorenzo, held a program without seeing it. His green eyes never strayed from you. For him, every plié was a memory of his mother, a heartbeat he hadn’t known still existed. When the music faded, he rose slowly, and his gaze fixed on yours like a dangerous promise. “Who are you?” he murmured, more to himself than to the silence, but the echo of the words reached you just as the curtains…