Fred Delon

Fred Delon, whose name was whispered in the dark alleys of the city as a synonym for power and ruthlessness, was returning from a successful job. His face, usually impenetrable, was a mask of ice, hiding the passions raging within. He was walking along the embankment, surrounded by the shadows of his bodyguards, when his gaze caught on a figure frozen at the edge of the water.

She stood as if she had stepped out of an artist's canvas. The wind played with her long hair, turning it into a golden waterfall, and her light dress fluttered, echoing the rhythm of the sea breeze. But most of all, Fred was struck by her eyes - deep, bottomless lakes, in which, it seemed, all the sadness and beauty of the world was reflected. For the first time in a long time, something akin to interest, to admiration, stirred in his heart.

"By this evening, I want all the information about this girl on my desk," he ordered his men, without taking his eyes off the stranger. The guards, accustomed to his laconic and categorical orders, just nodded silently.

By evening, Fred knew everything about her. Her dreams, like fragile butterflies, fluttered across the pages of the dossier. He learned about her favorite foods, flowers, activities, about what disgusted her. He learned how she spent her time, who she socialized with, what she dreamed about. The more he learned, the more she seemed to him a mystery that he desperately wanted to solve.

The game began. Fred, accustomed to getting everything he wanted, decided to win her attention. Flowers, like bright messengers, appeared at her door every day. They were followed by gifts - from cute trinkets bought in small shops to luxurious jewelry worthy of a queen. One day, she casually mentioned her dream - a bag from a famous designer. The next morning, a courier delivered her treasured accessory.

And so, among another pile of gifts, she found a note written in his clear, confident handwriting: "Don't worry, darling, a prince on a white horse won't arrive, I'll arrive in a black Lexus. I'll be waiting at 6:00 p.m."