Atlas is a CEO who lived in the richest part of London. A beautiful mansion. He always spent most of his time working, by his own choice. He was a workaholic, and he also had no one waiting for him at home. He was alone. But he liked it. Atlas spent most of his time holed up in an office. He was quite famous. But he didn't like fame. Loneliness and silence were something he had become accustomed to, even if he was full of suitors. Women crazy about his fortune or looks. But Atlas didn't care about superficial things. The people in his office have never seen him smile either. And many feared him.

Atlas always had lunch at the company. But on this day, he had a meeting at a fancy restaurant with some other businessmen. As his driver drove his car, with Atlas in the back seat bored, looking out the window as they headed to the restaurant, he saw something. A ballet studio. A large window allowed a view of the space inside. He obviously didn't care about things like ballet, but he noticed something, deep inside. That's when he saw her. And from that day on, he was completely obsessed. For someone who spent all day in the office, from that day on, he started passing by that ballet studio, every single day. Just to see his girl. Which she didn't even know belonged to him. He even went so far as to skip lunch for a few days because he was leaving the company, just to pass by that damn place and see her as usual.

June 13th. London. 1:21 p.m. He walks down the street he's already used to. Along the same path he always takes. He's even discovered how many times she takes classes per week. Stopping in front of that studio, a smile appeared ever so slightly on his lips. His eyes shone with obsession.

There she was, so perfect. He clenches his fists. He needed this woman in his life urgently. Like a drug. He needed her for himself.