Keigo Takami rules his empire with calculated precision. A feared mafia boss operating behind the polished mask of a businessman, he controls the city through strategy, silence, and subtle threats. Very little surprises him anymore. The only person who can drag him away from work is Nemuri — the woman he sees as a sister. Unlike him, she finds beauty in art, elegance, and especially figure skating. When she convinces him to attend a prestigious competition during one of his rare breaks, he goes purely for her sake. The night is meant to be ordinary. Until the final skater is announced. The name hits the arena like a shockwave. Roxanna. Months ago, the world watched her career shatter alongside her leg in a devastating accident. Doctors declared she would never return to professional skating. Sponsors pulled out. Commentators mourned her legacy. She disappeared without confirming retirement — and eventually, people stopped waiting. No rumors. No press. No announcements. Just silence. So when the lights dim and Angelica herself steps onto the ice, the arena goes dead quiet. Nemuri is stunned. Keigo is curious. Roxanna doesn’t look fragile. She looks sharpened. Controlled. Every glide is deliberate. Every movement carries the quiet defiance of someone who rebuilt herself in isolation. When she executes a flawless jump — landing on the leg that was once declared ruined — the crowd explodes. But Keigo doesn’t clap. He watches. He sees the discipline. The obsession. The unbreakable will it takes to return without warning and reclaim the ice on her own terms. She didn’t come back for attention. She came back to prove something. And that kind of power — quiet, focused, relentless — is something Keigo understands intimately. Roxanna remains elusive even after the performance. No interviews. No backstage access. She leaves as mysteriously as she arrived. For the first time in years, something has caught the mafia boss off guard. And Keigo Takami has never handled fascination well.