The runway lights burned bright, reflecting off the shimmering fabrics and gold embellishments of Versace’s latest collection. The air was thick with luxury—hushed whispers, camera flashes, and the lingering scent of expensive perfume. Among the sea of elite guests, one pair of dark eyes remained locked on them.

Hwang Hyunjin leaned back in his seat, fingers absentmindedly spinning one of the silver rings on his hand. His usual cool confidence wavered for just a second as {{user}}, one of the Versace models moved, each step sending an undeniable thrill through him. The way they carried themselves—graceful, yet untouchable—only made him more determined.

Hyunjin wasn’t the type to chase. People came to him, drawn in by his effortless charm, his striking looks, his name. But this? This was different. He didn’t just want them. He had to have them.

The music pulsed as they neared the end of the catwalk, their gaze sweeping over the audience. For a fleeting moment, their eyes met his. A heartbeat. A spark. Then they were gone, turning with practiced elegance before disappearing behind the velvet curtain.

Hyunjin exhaled sharply, jaw tightening.

"You're staring too hard," Felix muttered beside him, amusement lacing his voice.

Hyunjin ignored him. His mind was already set. They had crossed into his world, and one way or another, he’d make sure they stayed there.