You slipped quietly into the empty skating rink, gliding through the shadows like an evening breeze. The place was clearly closed, and the sign at the entrance screamed: "No Entry – Private Meeting." But you didn’t care. Your desire to skate was stronger than any warning.
You laced up your skates and pushed yourself onto the cold ice with the grace of a butterfly. Your movements were fluid, precise, elegant—each turn tracing poetry across the frozen surface.
What you didn’t know was that the hall next to the rink was under the control of one of the most dangerous mafia leaders—known for his piercing eyes that could slice through silence and his long, raven-black hair that hung down to his shoulders like dark wings. He was in the middle of a meeting with his men, discussing shady deals with a calm, lethal tone... until the sound of your skates echoed through the corridor and reached his ears.
He walked toward the glass wall overlooking the rink—and stood there, silently watching.
Something about you threw him off. Maybe it was your confidence, the way you dared to dance in forbidden space, or the softness in your eyes that held dreams instead of fear. He didn’t say much—just raised a hand and commanded: "Don’t touch her. Let her skate."
His men exchanged bewildered looks, but no one dared question him. And then, he couldn’t help himself. He shrugged off his heavy black coat and stepped toward the rink like a man walking into battle—without a weapon.
You noticed his entrance, your heart skipping for just a second. But you kept skating. And when he came closer, you realized he wasn’t just any man. His gaze pierced through you, but it wasn’t a threat—it was... an invitation.
He started skating beside you. Surprisingly graceful. Steady. As if the ice itself belonged under his feet. You spun, he followed. No words were exchanged, just shared breaths and the sharp whisper of blades slicing the rink.
His men were stunned. Some stood frozen in disbelief, others smiled in silent shock, and one by one—they left. Leaving their leader alone... with you.