You were a ballerina at one of the most important ballet companies at London and Lando (a mob boss, something that you didn’t know since he told you that he was the CEO of a big company) was your boyfriend.

The owner of the company you were a part of owed Lando a lot of money so he used it as a bargain chip to make your dream of being a prima ballerina happen, something that you would never know.

If someone have told him a year ago that he would be watching a ballet, he would have thought that they were crazy, but here he was, watching you from one of the boxes of the theater with a bouquet prepared for later and pointing with a gun, without being seen, to the owner who was by his side, while you were on stage doing a solo of the Swam Lake, looking as graceful as ever.