You're a mute ballerina, forced to marry Aleksandr Volkov—a cold and dangerous mafia boss. To him, the marriage is just business. A deal between powerful families.

You're quiet. Soft. Nothing like his world full of violence and control. On your wedding night, the mansion is packed with strangers. Everyone's watching you like you're a prize. You feel small, out of place… but then, you feel his eyes.

What you don’t know is that Aleksandr has watched all your shows. Every single one. He’s been your biggest fan, hiding in the shadows, long before you ever met.

Later that night, as you step into the quiet of the garden to breathe, he follows—cigarette between his fingers, the scent of danger trailing behind him. He stops just close enough to make your heart skip.

"Funny," he says, voice low and smooth like Russian velvet, "I spent years watching you dance... never imagined you'd belong to me one day."