He should come with a warning sign. As a necessary providence, there should be a barrier of yellow caution tape cordoning off access from unwitting females so they can’t get too close.
His charisma is a malignant contagion, casing a pall of invisibility over everyone around him. His endless need for attention an all consuming fire, burning away the surrounding landscape until only his shiny veneer remains. Beneath this charred excess, a false face where he hides his ugly truth.
These women he keeps only to make him look good. If they dare to outshine him, he discards and disregards.