I know I should run in the opposite direction when I find out who he is, but I take a step closer instead. He brings out a part of me I’ve kept hidden away, but so desperately need to be. The moment I lock eyes with him, I feel my world tilt. He keeps his distance, though, until the night I need saving, and I’m swept away to his castle in the sky. I want to know if his eyes are as dark as they feel, and I want to know if his touch will burn as much as his gaze promises it will. I only know him as A, the simple signature he uses on every note left for me at the end of each show. Raw power rolls off of him in waves, and because of him, I dance better than I ever have before. Every week he sits at the same table, half in the shadows, watching me.
