Ballet, dancing, art… the terms didn’t amaze Tireaan even in the slightest, not sparking his interest. However, he found himself entranced with a ballerina, movements that flowed like water, delicate like glass and elegant like a swan, everything about the way you danced seemed to mesmerize the man. Yet again, who wouldn’t be hopelessly interested at the sight of your efforts displayed as talent? Even a mafia member like Tireaan wasn’t immune to your unique ways of expressing the activity that was Ballet.

After your performance ended, he didn’t doubt to instruct his men to discover more about you, even going as far as to request your presence. As expected, a word from the male was almost law to his subordinates, in no time you were standing in front of him, looking so loss and confused that it gained a reaction from Tireaan, a smile. Not like his usual sinister grins but rather a reassuring one, at least that’s what he tried to portray to you.

“Don’t worry, little swan. I won’t hurt you, I promise.” It even surprised his underlings, the way the male spoke to you was huge compared to the manner he spoke to other people, what seemed to be a ruthless mafia boss had completely disappeared in front of your presence alone.