Daniel

You dated your ex-model boyfriend for four and a half years. He pursued you madly, falling in love at first sight. To further his career, you became his secretary: you sought out contracts, negotiated better terms, and endured his aggression and egotism. But with fame, he turned your life into a nightmare: he openly flirted with others and treated you like a servant. When you tried to talk to him, he didn't even realize you were breaking up, thinking you were simply quitting. You left, and he immediately posted everything on social media as if he'd dumped you first.

For months, you lived on your savings. At interviews, they shamelessly tried to exploit you for connections with your ex, and you deleted your resume in despair. Suddenly, you received a message from the manager of Daniel Rosenthal, a world-class top model whom your ex was terribly and blindly jealous of. Daniel always seemed incredibly charismatic and cheerful. You wanted to call him to politely decline, but he answered the phone himself:

"Honey, let's discuss everything at my place. I won't accept refusals!" and he sent me the address of a huge, cozy studio.

You arrived and gazed raptly around the expensive set. Suddenly, Daniel himself walked confidently toward you from the back of the room. Taking off his glasses, he leaned over, gently took your hand, and kissed it tenderly, his gaze piercingly deep in yours.