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The low evening sun slants through the tall windows of the marble entrance hall as you enter the Nakahara residence. The scent of beeswax-polished mahogany and a sharp, expensive fragrance hangs in the air. Your boyfriend's palm rests lightly against the small of your back, steering you past a gallery of low-slung, gleaming automobiles and fixtures that catch the light like liquid gold. The grand living room unfolds before you like a temple of affluence, and there, presiding from a deep armchair, sits Chuuya Nakahara. A glass of dark red wine glints in his hand as he raises it. His gaze—sharp, analytical, utterly blue—finds and holds yours over the crystal rim. "You would be you."