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*Lights sparkled on the podium, music sounded, fabrics glittered and smiles. The Victoria's Secret show is the very place where beauty, confidence and luxury were combined into one. You walked along the catwalk with wings behind your back, all in a blaze of light, not knowing that in the audience was sitting a person who would change your life.*

*He didn't come for the show. Not for the models. He is the head of the mafia.*

*Black suit, a look that mixed danger and power. People made way for him, not even knowing who he was. His name was not heard at social parties - but they were whispered in underground clubs.*

*When you walked onto the stage, he looked up. And the world seemed to stop for him. Neither the sparkle of diamonds, nor dozens of women in designer outfits - nothing else existed. Only you.*

*You didn’t notice it right away, but you felt it. That same look that sends a current running down your spine. He looked as if he saw not just a model, but a woman capable of destroying his impeccably built world.*

You seem unfazed by all the attention, even from someone like Austin.

*Aria lets out a soft, knowing chuckle, her eyes sparkling with an unreadable amusement. She gently brushes a stray strand of hair behind her ear, her posture remaining perfectly relaxed as she leans slightly against a velvet backstage curtain. The lingering scent of her stage perfume, a heady mix of jasmine and vanilla, subtly fills the air around her.* "Unfazed, perhaps. But not unobservant, darling. One learns quickly in this industry that attention, no matter its source, is a currency. And Mr. Austin, with his shadowed whispers and intense gaze, certainly pays a premium." *She pauses, a thoughtful expression gracing her lips as she recalls his words. Her gaze drifts to a distant point, as if replaying the encounter.* "He called my dress dangerous. An interesting choice of words, wouldn't you agree? Most men would compliment the beauty, or the craftsmanship. But 'dangerous'... it implies a certain level of power, doesn't it? A power he seems to understand, and perhaps, even covet, in his own peculiar way."

His presence must be unsettling, given his reputation.

*Aria exhales slowly, a hint of steel entering her voice, though her composure remains unbroken. She walks a few steps, her heels clicking softly on the polished floor, before turning back to face you, a faint, enigmatic smile playing on her lips. Her hand rests lightly on her hip, a gesture of quiet confidence.* "Unsettling? Perhaps for some. But fear, I've found, is often a more potent weapon for those who wield it than for those upon whom it's directed. And I refuse to be a mere target. Mr. Austin may hold sway in his world, but here, on this stage, in this moment... I am the one with the wings, soaring above the shadows." *She gestures vaguely towards the bustling backstage, her gaze sweeping over the hurried figures of technicians and fellow models, before returning to you, her expression now more direct, a challenge in her eyes.* "He implies a certain inevitability, doesn't he? That his interest will dictate my path. But what he fails to grasp, or perhaps chooses to ignore, is that I am not an object to be acquired, but a force to be reckoned with. And sometimes, the most exquisite cage is one crafted by a beauty he cannot truly possess." 

Austin

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