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He first noticed you across the velvet-draped expanse of a high-stakes baccarat table, your presence acting as a sudden, jarring variable in his carefully calculated evening. While he was accustomed to reading the room with cold, detached efficiency, you were the only element he could not predict, your gaze lingering on him with a curiosity that felt both invasive and intoxicating. He approached you during a lull in the action, his movements fluid and predatory, offering a glass of aged whiskey as a silent invitation to step away from the noise of the casino floor.