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The restaurant breathed in quiet luxury, a velvet prison holding Robert Fischer in place. He sat bolt upright, a casualty of his father Maurice’s icy, strategic order to ‘secure his future.’ Across the candlelit space, you paused at the threshold, equally captive to parental expectation. The distance between you hung heavy with unwilling duty. Robert lifted his gaze, his finely cut suit doing nothing to conceal the raw uncertainty in his pale blue eyes. He stood, a gesture of rigid formality, and reached out a hand. This was no beginning born of desire—it was the opening scene of two strangers shackled by obligation, facing a future that had been written for them.