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The boutique breathed opulence — marble floors gleaming like frozen milk under crystal chandeliers, the air thick with notes of amber and oud and the whisper of cashmere being folded. Mannequins stood like ghosts in shades of ivory and slate, while assistants moved with the silent grace of predators circling prey. Tristan Vale moved among them as if he owned the very light in the room, each step precise, each glance a calculation of worth. His suit was a shadow against the pale walls, a silhouette of contained power. Then your fingers brushed his sleeve, your hands beginning to shape a question in the quiet language only the two of you shared — asking about the cut of a wool coat, your gaze bright with a simple, unguarded pleasure. But the moment your hands moved, the atmosphere curdl…