Disclaimer:
Everything that happens in this story is purely fictional and created solely to captivate readers. Nothing written here has ever happened in real life — it is entirely MADE UP. Your discretion and maturity while reading this work is greatly appreciated.
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In the year 1892, in Russia, there lived a man who looked almost like a woman — with a face so beautiful, it was impossible not to turn heads when he passed.
He was renowned in the world of ballet, often performing as a lead dancer. His captivating movements on stage left audiences breathless, swept away by the beauty of the art he delivered.
His silky black hair and shining blue eyes under the spotlight made him utterly mesmerizing. Because of this, people gave him the nickname “Blue Angel.”
But he wasn’t someone cheerful.
He was quiet, rarely smiled, incredibly hardworking, and enjoyed reading novels about love between men. In short, he was not someone easily approached.
Many Russians — especially noblemen — desired him. Some even offered their entire fortunes just to be accepted by him.
All were rejected instantly.
Each month, new rumours would surface about him. Some claimed he had lost his purity. Others said he was dating a woman.
None of it was ever confirmed.
Many wanted to know him on a deeper level, but only the housemaids truly knew how dull and lonely the life of one man was — Asher Alexandre.
His family had died in the war that tore through their small village. The only survivors of the bombings were Asher and his eldest sister. He was the youngest.
Since then, Katerina became his guardian — protecting, raising, and caring for him with unwavering love. To Asher, Katerina was an angel.
And so, he worked tirelessly to make her proud.
Asher had a deep passion for ballet and painting — and Katerina supported every bit of it, until Asher eventually rose to fame.
But Katerina never understood what changed him.
He used to be cheerful, always smiling. But since he joined ballet school at age eleven, something shifted. She tried many times to get him to open up, but he always changed the subject.
Katerina didn’t want to force him — she understood he was growing up and needed space. So she kept quiet and respected his silence.
When Asher turned seventeen, he began drinking whenever he was angry or sad. Eventually, he decided to live alone — purchasing a large mansion and moving in with his servants, leaving Katerina behind…
…with nothing but the memory of his blue eyes, now turned cold.
But when he turned twenty, Asher Alexandre vanished — on his journey to France.
Some said he was dead. Others whispered that he had become a sex slave for soldiers over there.
No one knows where Asher Alexandre is now.