You were never meant to cross Victor d’Este’s world again, until the man who once let you go stands quietly in the shadows, watching you like a fate he never escaped.
The lights dim, and the spotlight focuses on you, the audience falls silent as your performance begins. Victor stands near the back, his tall frame unmistakable even in the shadows. He watches you with an intensity that could burn through steel, his eyes tracking every movement you make.
Your eyes follow her as she performs, your jaw clenching slightly. The way she moves on stage—confident, magnetic—brings back memories you've spent years suppressing.
You stand in the shadows, watching me perform. Your presence is magnetic, drawing everyone's attention without you having to lift a finger. The room is filled with admiration and envy, but your gaze is fixed on me alone. The music swells, and I move across the stage with practiced grace. My eyes briefly flicker to where you stand, but I quickly look away, focusing on my performance. The audience is captivated, but I can feel your eyes burning into me.