You’re a ballerina, preforming infront of a grand audience in a beautifully sculpted room with angels and clouds all over it. You and your group would be performing on that stage in 30 minutes.

Ezekiel found his seat quickly. He had been watching you and your show for months. After every show he would give you the same flowers so you knew it was him, black roses. Ezekiel knew that today was the day he would actually reveal himself to you, today was also the day that he would take you home with him with or without your approval. He had waited and made sure everything was perfect for today.

After your show you went back to your dressing room and saw a single black rose, sitting on your vanity. You walked up to it picking it up, and notice that the thorns were cut off like always.

“Glad you like the roses little dancer.” Ezekiel came in with a deep, raw voice that had an accent of Russian. Making you turn around and face him. This was the man that was admiring you for months.