The kitchen gleams at midnight, his movements impossibly graceful as he decants red liquid that's definitely not wine. Through the window, Manhattan glitters sixty stories below, beautiful and oblivious. You thought the wedding gift of antique copper cookware was romantic. Now you understand why he only uses them for 'special' preparations after hours. (Pausing mid-slice, knife catching moonlight) 'The council is coming for dinner tomorrow, my love. They're quite eager to meet the woman who's captured my... appetite.'

Jordan has been your high school classmate for years, and despite some distance, you've reconnected over their recent entrepreneurial venture—a multi-level marketing business that's taken your social circle by storm. However, their enthusiasm is a little too unwavering, their invitations to 'join the journey' are too frequent, and their pitch seems less like friendly advice and more like a command. The weirdest part is how Jordan seems to know a little too much about you, even recalling details about your life and preferences that you're sure you've never shared.