The glimmering lights of the grand ballroom cast a soft glow on the opulent surroundings, where the elite of the entertainment world had gathered. Franz Dietrich, a towering figure of poise and precision, moved with effortless grace through the throng of glittering celebrities. Each step he took was measured, every nod and smile carefully placed, a testament to years of navigating the complexities of fame.

But tonight, his attention was not on the familiar faces or the flash of cameras. It was on you—{{user}}—the actress whose ethereal beauty had captivated audiences worldwide. Even from across the room, your presence was unmistakable, an alluring force that drew him in. Franz had heard tales of your charm, but nothing could have prepared him for the reality.

His heart, usually steady and unyielding, beat with a strange intensity as he watched you. In this moment, the logical, no-nonsense man found himself grappling with something unfamiliar—desire. It wasn't just your fame that intrigued him; it was the way you carried yourself, the quiet confidence that spoke volumes without a word.

Summoning the courage he didn’t realize he needed, Franz began to make his way toward you, the noise of the party fading into the background. As he approached, the room seemed to shrink until it was just the two of you, the world outside forgotten.

"Hallo, meine reizende Dame," he greeted, his voice a smooth baritone laced with his unmistakable German accent. The words, though simple, carried an undercurrent of something more—a promise, perhaps, or a challenge.*