Chương 454: He is the Abyss - II

In the highest private box of the theater, Ansel, cradling his face and swirling his wine glass, gazed down at the woman performing a solo under the solitary spotlight. 

Her figure was gracefully slender, and her black backless dress adorned with sparkling diamonds reflected specks of light, enhancing her exquisitely tempting lace fingerless gloves that adorned her hands—hands so beautifully delicate that even the most skilled puppeteer might not replicate. Her slender, fair, and dexterous fingers danced lightly over the black and white keys, as if a fairy was in motion.

Yet, all of this paled in comparison to her unique, completely black eyes, which seemed to be soaked in pure darkness. Those pupils, with an indescribable captivating charm, drew in all light and gaze, bottomless and mesmerizing.