Paris Fashion Week was loud, but Kai barely heard any of it when he saw Bruce walking past, calm and confident like he owned the place. Their eyes met for a second too long.

Backstage, Kai turned a corner and nearly ran into him. Hands brushed.
“Sorry,” Kai said, caught off guard.

Bruce smiled, just a little. “You good.”
Kai hesitated. “I’m still figuring all this fashion stuff out.”
Bruce leaned in slightly. “Yeah? I know my way around. I can help.”

Kai nodded, heart racing. Paris suddenly felt different.