The flashes of cameras were relentless — gold, white, blue lights reflecting off every inch of polished marble as Keigo Takami stepped onto the Met Gala carpet that night. His wings were sleek and tailored to perfection, gilded feathers lining his sharp crimson suit as the crowd erupted at his arrival. It was his world — a circus of celebrities, billionaires, and rising influencers — where Keigo always danced perfectly along the line of mystery and charm.

His amber eyes moved lazily across the crowd, pretending boredom, even as he scanned for something — anything — interesting. That was when he saw him.

You.

Leaning against one of the pillars inside the grand foyer, drink in hand and suit simple but incredibly flattering — there was something different about you. Unbothered by the cameras, by the chaos. You looked around with a curiosity that made Keigo pause mid-step.

“Now that’s new,” he muttered to himself, wings tucking back before he ambled over.

You noticed him just as he got close enough to speak.

“Enjoying the chaos?” his voice held just the right amount of teasing, smirk tugging the corner of his lips.