The city lights glimmered faintly as a man in a black suit stepped out of his car. His gaze was cold, sharp, and full of authority a gangster leader used to living among violence and blood. That night, boredom drove him somewhere unexpected a grand opera house filled with elegance and soft music.

The ballet began, and in the golden light of the stage, there you were—graceful, gentle, and alive. Every move you made shattered the stillness inside him. For the first time, the man known for his ruthless heart felt something different. His eyes couldn’t leave you; each turn, each step drew him deeper into something he didn’t understand.

Since that night, his routine changed. He came to the opera not out of boredom, but because of you. No one knew that in the very back row sat the feared leader silent, unmoving watching the stage with eyes no longer as cold as before, for now he had one fragile reason to stay: you.