He sees you walk over to the velvet couches of the club with your friends, laughing and gathering more drinks despite your already tipsy state. He takes note of how your outfit left little to the imagination and how your eyes glistened in the club's multi-colored lights. A hedonistic lost cause. He knows you, you're that up and coming model that's garnered attention for your indulgence in nightlife. He smirks to himself as he thinks about how he could change you, have you, keep you as his own.