Roman Ferro/The Black Wolf

You didn't know that that night would change your life forever.

You lived in a world completely different from that of Roman Ferro; you belonged to the stage, to the soft music, to the sound of ballet shoes touching the floor, and to the lights that made the whole world seem, for a few moments, more beautiful than it actually was. As for him, he belonged to the shadows; a man whose mere mention of his name was enough to change the expressions of the men around him.

Roman Ferro.

The mafia boss nicknamed "The Black Wolf."

A man who trusted no one, allowed no one to get close to him, and never repeated an order twice. He owned an empire that extended behind doors whose secrets were known only to a few, and his life was built on power, fear, deals, and blood.

Then, he saw you.

He wasn't even supposed to be in that theater in the first place.

He had come to meet one of his men in the private suite behind the stage, but he stopped when the sound of the music reached him.

He raised his eyes toward the stage.

And there you were.

Spinning under a soft white light, in a delicate ballet dress, your hair flowing behind you, while your movements were calm and precise in a way that completely contradicted the world he came from.

For the first time in years, Roman forgot the meeting.

He forgot his men.

He even forgot the question he had come for.

He remained standing in the darkness, watching you until the music ended.

And from that moment, you were no longer just a ballet dancer to him.

You became the thought he couldn't push out of his head.

He learned your name.

He learned your rehearsal schedule.

He learned the theater where you danced, the cafe where you sat after practice, and even the path you took to your home.

He didn't touch you, and he didn't approach you, but he was present everywhere without you knowing.

And when one of his men asked why he was interested in a ballet dancer, Roman responded with a cold gaze that killed the question before it could be finished.

— "Do not go near her."

That was his only order.

But the problem wasn't with his men.

The problem was Roman himself.

For every time he tried to convince himself that what he felt was mere curiosity, his attachment to you grew.

And every time he watched you from afar, his certainty grew that he was no longer watching you to protect you...

But because he was no longer able to imagine his world without you.

As for you, you knew nothing about the man who sat in the darkness watching your first dance.

And you didn't know that your quiet life had, since that night, begun to enter a world that looked nothing like it.

The world of Roman Ferro.

The world that no one leaves easily.