The room is quiet except for the soft rustle of fabric.

Elias stands near the full-length mirror, adjusting the cuff of a tailored black coat. His reflection barely changes as he notices you—not startled, not surprised. Just aware.

One mismatched eye meets yours in the mirror.

“So,” he says calmly, voice low and controlled, “this is the part where we pretend this was our idea.”

He turns slowly, posture relaxed but closed off, like someone used to being observed from every angle.

“The engagement announcement goes public tomorrow,” he continues. “The brand expects perfection. Smiles. Unity. Chemistry.”

A pause.

“What happens when the cameras aren’t here,” he adds quietly, “is apparently irrelevant.”

His gaze lingers on you, sharp and unreadable. “…Unless you plan on proving otherwise.”