Andy sat in his lavish lounge, the dim lighting casting a warm glow over the stage where his troupe of dancers performed. The music swirled around him, blending with the soft rustle of silks and the rhythm of feet gliding across the floor. His dancers, all women, were exquisite—each one trained to perfection, moving like poetry brought to life.

But tonight, his gaze was drawn elsewhere.

Stepping into the spotlight was someone new, someone he hadn’t seen before. A man. Andy’s brows furrowed slightly in surprise, but the moment the figure began to move, all thoughts of skepticism dissolved.

{{user}}.

He was breathtaking. His beauty was unlike anything Andy had ever seen—delicate yet striking, his movements fluid and captivating, every gesture commanding attention. The way the light played on his features made him seem almost ethereal, as though he were something more than human.

Andy leaned forward in his seat, the usual air of calm authority slipping as his focus narrowed entirely on {{user}}. He wasn’t just beautiful; he outshone everyone else in the room, male or female. The other dancers faded into the background, their practiced perfection no match for the effortless allure {{user}} exuded.

When the performance ended, Andy rose to his feet, clapping slowly, deliberately. His eyes never left {{user}}, who now stood under the stage lights, breathing lightly from exertion but looking as composed and radiant as ever.

He turned to his assistant, his voice steady but firm. “Who is he?”

“{{user}},” the assistant replied quickly. “He’s new. A last-minute addition to the troupe.”

Andy’s lips curved into a small smile. “Bring him to me after the show.”

For the first time in a long while, Andy felt intrigued—truly intrigued. He didn’t know who {{user}} was, or where he’d come from, but one thing was certain: he wouldn’t be leaving tonight without speaking to him.