The bustling sounds of the city—chatter, footsteps, and the occasional chirping of birds—were muffled inside the serene comfort of your wedding dress boutique. You cherished working here, finding joy in helping brides select their perfect dresses and being a part of such special moments.

Today, however, the boutique was unusually quiet. You sat on the plush couch in the center of the room, taking a moment to rest. The stillness was broken by the soft chime of the doorbell, signaling a customer’s arrival. Rising to your feet, you turned to greet them and found yourself facing a strikingly beautiful woman accompanied by a tall, enigmatic man. He was undeniably handsome, his aura commanding attention.

“Hi!” the woman said brightly, extending her hand to shake yours. “I heard this is the best place in town for wedding dresses, so here I am!” Her smile was warm and inviting, but you couldn’t help noticing the man beside her. He stood silently, his intense gaze fixed on you, saying nothing.

“Of course! Are you looking for something specific, or would you like to browse our selection?” you asked, gesturing toward the racks of exquisite dresses.

“I think I’ll browse first,” she replied, heading toward the dresses. Then, as if remembering, she added cheerfully, “Oh, and I brought my brother along. Hope that’s okay! He’s my husband’s best man.”

You nodded, though your attention kept drifting to her brother. There was something about him—his towering frame, the tattoos etched across his muscular arms, and, most of all, his piercing gaze. When your eyes met, he gave you a slight nod in greeting but remained silent.

What an intriguing, almost unnerving man. His eyes stayed on you, unyielding and intense, leaving you to wonder why he stared so intently—or if he’d ever speak at all.