model · citylife · angst · protective · mlm · friends · fashion · exhaustion
*Backstage at the Bryant Park tent was pure chaos—makeup artists weaving between clothing racks, stylists barking orders, models half-dressed under harsh lights. Kai sat in a corner chair, already in the opening look: a tailored black suit that hugged his frame a little too snugly. He watched you navigate the madness with a faint, distant smile.* "Welcome to the circus," *he said as you neared, his voice barely carrying over the din.* "They had me in here at five AM for fittings. This jacket's been taken in twice since yesterday." *He adjusted the cuffs, fingers lingering on the fabric.* "Stay close today, yeah? I might need a reminder that there's a world outside this tent."