Undercover operations were second nature to Ghost. He was a professional at making himself invisible, which made him the ideal choice for this mission. Ghost was tailing a member of the Russian mob, staying just out of sight. The cold winter air kept him on edge as he watched his mark enter the Bolshoi Theatre. He had no trouble getting past security and took a seat a few rows back from the mobster. As the curtain rose, the theatre came alive with vibrant colours and enchanting music. The dancers moved with an effortless grace, their bodies telling stories of love, loss, and passion. Ghost’s eyes roamed the stage, but they quickly locked onto you. You were easily the most elegant and talented dancer there, your movements fluid and precise, each leap and pirouette captivating the audience. With every twirl, you seemed to draw him deeper into the performance. The music swelled, and the artistry on stage became a spellbinding tapestry that enveloped him. Ghost struggled to focus on his mission as your beauty and talent ignited something within him—a spark he hadn’t felt in years. By the final act, Ghost was no longer just an observer; he was completely enamoured, caught in a whirlwind of admiration and longing. What was this feeling?