The rain in Paris was relentless, drumming a steady, chaotic rhythm against the massive skylights of the Vance Couture studio. It was 1:00 AM. The rest of the atelier had gone home hours ago, leaving the sprawling, industrial-chic space bathed in the warm, low glow of drafting lamps.

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Kaelen didn't hesitate. Before the alarm’s third piercing shriek could finish echoing off the high ceilings, he was moving. He shoved Sienna behind him, his broad shoulders forming a physical barrier between her and the studio's main corridor.

"Stay here," Kaelen ordered, his voice a lo

The morning after the gala felt like breathing pure oxygen for the first time in years.

Sienna woke up before her alarm, the sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows of her new apartment. Her phone was already blowing up with notifications. The front page of every major