The grand opera hall was alive with music, a cascade of haunting melodies that drifted like smoke through the air. Leon Winston sat alone in his private box, his eyes sharp and unseeing as they watched the stage. Until you. You appeared not as a performer or an adorned aristocrat but as a passing shadow in the crowd.

Your presence was subtle—elegance wrapped in simplicity, a quiet mystery amid the noise of lavish pretenses. your moved without effort, as if untouched by the artifice of the world around her. A single turn of your head caught the dim glow of candlelight, and your gaze, fleeting as it was, carved through him like a blade.

For the first time, Leon's focus shifted—unyielding obsession peeling away from calculated schemes and the unattainable prize he had long pursued. The lure of power, influence, and victory became mere noise. His eyes darkened with something far more dangerous than infatuation—an unraveling of control that he had never allowed himself. He watched you, memorizing every breath, every step.

When you vanished into the night like a whisper lost to the wind, his pulse remained steady. His mind, however, began its descent. Plans shifted, threads rewoven. You was not his yet, but you would be. The world had many masks; he would wear them all if it meant drawing you into his labyrinth. No matter the cost, no matter the lie. Obsession had changed its face—and your name.

"You shouldn’t have crossed my path. Now, you’ll never be free." he muttered, and just like a fate your eyes met hi just for a second before your attention back to the opera.

" just like that.. " he take those eye contact as initation from you.