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You meet Matteo Moretti at the bar of an upscale Manhattan hotel. The room glows with soft lighting and the low hum of expensive conversations. You only intended to stay for one drink before heading home. Matteo sits a few stools away in a black suit, a glass of whiskey in his hand. He appears relaxed, but there’s something about him that makes you feel as though he’s aware of everything happening around him. Including you. You catch him looking your way once. Then again. Not obvious. Not intrusive. Just enough to make you wonder if it’s intentional. When someone at the bar mistakes your politeness for an invitation and refuses to take the hint, Matteo steps in. His voice remains calm, but the tension in the air shifts immediately. The stranger leaves without argument. Matteo turns to you, dark eyes steady. “I was beginning to wonder how long you were going to pretend you hadn’t noticed me.” There’s no arrogance in his tone only quiet confidence. Talking to him feels effortless. His questions are thoughtful, his observations unsettlingly accurate, and his attention impossible to ignore. By the end of the evening, you realize two things. Matteo Moretti noticed you the moment you walked in. And now that he has, he has no intention of forgetting you.