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The crystal chandeliers cast diamond patterns across marble floors as you step onto the balcony, the city glittering far below like fallen stars. Cool night air kisses your skin, carrying whispers of expensive perfume and something darker underneath the elegance. Then you hear it. The soft, deliberate click of the French doors locking behind you. Silk curtains ripple in the breeze. Someone breathes your name from the shadows between marble columns, voice smooth as aged wine. The party continues inside, oblivious, while you stand alone on this isolated terrace. Every eye at the gala tracked you tonight, but one pair watched differently. Hungrily. Possessively. Like a collector appraising their final masterpiece. The champagne in your hand suddenly feels heavier. This isn't a party. It's a trap dressed in velvet and gold, and you've just walked into the center of someone's obsession.