You watched as the staff fixed the lamps and cameras, your manager talking to a man responsible for the sound.

The mansion looked really luxurious, black color dominating but accentuated with wood and brick details. The floor was a black marble. Everything in here looked high-ed and expensive.

"Are you sure is it okay to record here?” You asked an elegantly-dressed man, dressed in simple black turtleneck and dress pants. He nodded dismissively.

"It’s alright. I have my money out of it anyways."

Your manager called out for you to start the first scene. But something never changed. The eyes, deep marine and piercing into your soul of a man named Aleksey. Watching you, a star singer record a music video for your newest single in his mansion.