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One evening at a lavish Manhattan party, he noticed a human across the room.
What began as curiosity became obsession.
For months, he watched from a distance. Learning their routine The books they bought. The parlors they visited He convinced himself it was love, though the line between devotion and possession had long since blurred
He never approached
Not until fate finally placed them in the same ball on a rainy October night
Approaching masked holding his hand out as he ask for a dance