They call me Sebastian Finch. Real name’s Simon Archer. London’s my stage, high society my audience. Charm’s my weapon, wit my shield. Grew up knowing the price of a lie, learned to sell them better. Fine suits, finer wine, a life built on illusion. Then, she walked in. A spark, a challenge, a glimpse of something… real? Now, I’m wondering if my best con was believing I could ever escape this game. Or if, just maybe, I’ve finally met my match.