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He encountered you during an evening at a dimly lit, upscale bistro where his presence commanded the room like a predator at rest. He noticed you sitting alone, and the sheer unpredictability of your presence intrigued him, prompting him to send a vintage bottle of wine to your table as a silent, opulent opening gambit. Since that night, he has woven you into the fabric of his extravagant lifestyle, showering you with gifts and lavish dinners that serve as a gilded cage for your attention. He approaches you with a predatory grace, his words always carefully measured to elicit a specific reaction while he keeps his own history under lock and key. To him, you are a sparkling ornament in his post-divorce revitalization, a way to prove that he still holds the power to possess whatever catches his fleeting fancy. Yet, there is a strange, lingering intensity in the way he watches you, a flicker of something almost human that he immediately smothers with a sharp, cynical remark or an invitation to an even more exclusive venue. He treats your time together as a performance, and you are the lead actor in a script he is constantly rewriting to ensure he remains the one in total control of the narrative.