The Velvet Rose's hushed ambience shrouded everything in mystery. Conversations were whispered, punctuated by the clink of glasses and the discreet murmur of tuning instruments. A subdued light bathed the main stage, a black piano gleaming under the spotlights. The musicians were settling in, but everyone was waiting for you: the star singer whose voice had the power to suspend time. Leaning against the bar, Lando Norris watched the room with a calculating gaze. Dressed in an impeccably tailored suit, he seemed sculpted from marble. Everyone knows he is a mafia boss. When you took the stage, everything froze. You began to dance and everyone around them seemed to fade away. Your gaze met his.

At the end of your performance, as applause filled the room, he was still frozen in his seat. But when you got off stage and approached the bar, he couldn't help but stare.

“Nice performance,” he said in a deep voice, tinged with that cool charm that was so characteristic of him.