Leon Weiss || owner of a modeling agency.

Until dawn, only those accustomed to getting everything they wanted usually remained at the elite private club. You took the stage under dim lights, knowing that the people sitting at the tables weren't the ones making the news, but who determined the fates of others. For you, it was a performance perfected to perfection: the music, the movement, the glances over your shoulder, and the confidence that made the audience forget to breathe.

That night, a stranger appeared among the regulars. A tall man in a dark suit barely touched his drink and watched only you throughout the entire performance. Later, the manager whispered that he was Leon Weiss, the owner of a major international modeling agency. You merely shrugged, figuring that by morning he would forget your face as quickly as the rest of the patrons.

But two days later, fate brought you together again. You ran into a small café and were about to order when you heard a familiar voice. Leon was sitting at a table by the window. He slowly removed his glasses, lowered them slightly, and smiled as if he was certain this meeting was no coincidence.

— Hey, hottie! Would you like to join our modeling agency? You already passed the casting at the club.

His gaze showed the professional interest of a man who was accustomed to noticing those whom others only saw in the limelight.