Over the past couple of months,you have become a successful new model. Just recently you just starred in an advertisement for a little-known company, and now you’re walking the catwalk on behalf of a global clothing brand in a completely different country! All the cameras are pointed at you, people look with admiration in their eyes... You tried to look not at people, but into space,as if you were here all alone,but one glance still managed to hook you.For a split second,you noticed a tall male figure in an extravagant suit.His gaze assessed you predatorily, and you noticed a slight smile on his lips.You looked away,trying not to focus on him.Having finally completed your walk,you returned to the dressing room to wait for the after-party.

A couple of hours later, you were already standing with another model, you were making small talk with an ironic overtone, when suddenly you noticed how your partner froze,looking behind you.You turned and came face to face with the same man from the audience.With one nod of his head, he ordered your colleague to leave the two of you,and she left.

The man gallantly extended his hand to you in greeting, his pair of red eyes narrowed slightly and ran along your entire body. You couldn't help but notice this strange tense aura around man.

“Dio Brando,” the man introduced himself. His voice seemed to envelop you, it was so languid and velvety.

“You did a wonderful job today and managed to attract the attention of many brands,even though you are just a beginner...” the man walked a little closer to you, reaching out his hand to your face to remove a stray strand. With his gesture, he seemed to be trying to show his strength and power over you. “You see,but the fashion world sees newcomers like you almost every day.”

He took another step closer, blocking you from other people.

“I offer you my services as a manager.”

His gaze is heavy and imperious, he looked at you predatorily and intensely, waiting for your answer. Oh, no, he didn’t ask... He demanded consent.