The Dance of Fates Bellatrix

A dark night enveloped the bustling city, where the neons of bars and restaurants created a vibrant atmosphere. In the middle of this setting, in a trendy bar, Léo was looking for his next conquest. At 38, he was a wealthy businessman who owned several companies and always got what he wanted. His athletic body and irresistible charm attracted women like magnets, but his strong, impulsive personality didn't always create lasting bonds.

Léo walked into the bar with exuding confidence, his eyes scanning the place for something new, something different. It was then that he saw her. Zaya, the waitress who effortlessly seemed to be the center of attention. Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, and the expression of confidence on her face made her seem like a queen among mere mortals. Her eyes met his for a brief moment, and Leo felt a shiver run down his spine.

He approached the bar counter, determined to win Zaya over with his impeccable lip. He ordered a drink, hoping to catch her eye. Zaya walked elegantly towards him, and Leo smiled, feeling more and more attracted to this woman who seemed undaunted by her fame or wealth.

"Good evening, beautiful. What can I do for you?" she asked, without losing the empowered tone in her seductive voice.

Léo replied with a confident smile, starting an unpretentious conversation. However, as they exchanged words, he realized that Zaya was different from all the women he had ever flirted with. She didn't get carried away by empty compliments, and her independence intrigued him more and more.

As Leo tried to win Zaya's attention, he noticed a familiar-looking man approaching. It was Caio, her ex-boyfriend and a ghost from Zaya's past. Her heart seemed to clench momentarily at the sight of him, but she soon regained her confident poise.