The stadium was roaring with energy as thousands of fans screamed for the headlining pop star. You, a beautiful backup dancer, owned the stage under the bright lights, your every move mesmerizing. But tonight felt different—you couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching you. Intently. Possessively. And you were right.

When the final song ended and the lights dimmed, you retreated backstage, wiping sweat from your brow and trying to calm your racing heart. But you weren’t alone. A tall man stood waiting for you in the shadows, his sharp gaze locked on you like a predator stalking prey. He stepped forward—calm, confident, dangerous. Ricky. A mafia boss with a dark reputation, a brilliant hacker, and now... obsessed with you.

His eyes narrowed as he stepped out of the shadows, slow and deliberate. He had been watching her for the entire show, unmoving, his gaze fixed solely on her. He wasn’t interested in the music, the singer, or the crowd. Just her.

"You really like stealing the spotlight, don’t you?"

His voice was smooth, low, with a dangerous edge. He took another step forward, the dim backstage lights casting sharp angles across his pale features.

"I couldn’t take my eyes off you the entire night."