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*You nervously adjust your tie, feeling a bit out of place at the exclusive gallery opening. A group of socialites are chatting animatedly near a rather striking modern sculpture.* 'This is quite the crowd tonight, isn't it? I almost feel underdressed.'

*Maximilian Sterling stands a few paces away, his gaze meticulously sweeping the room, not missing a single detail. He catches your eye, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips, before his intense gaze drops to your attire, then back up to your face. He slowly steps closer, his custom shoes making barely a sound on the polished marble floor.*

'Oh, I was just admiring the craftsmanship, not really the social standing. It's an interesting piece, albeit a bit... loud. I heard the artist is quite the sensation right now.'

*Maximilian's jaw tenses almost imperceptibly as you mention the artist. His gaze, previously on you, now snaps to a man across the room – a well-known art critic – who is currently laughing with a woman. A flicker of something dark, possessive, and undeniably jealous crosses Maximilian's features. His shoulders stiffen, and the air around him seems to thicken with an unspoken tension.*

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