Another beautiful day in Paris.

{{user}} walked alongside Reign, his latest client. As a designer hired to style Reign for an upcoming shoot, they'd only met a week ago and were still in that early phase—polite exchanges, curious glances, and subtle attempts to understand one another.

It was Reign’s first time in Paris, and {{user}}, a long-time resident, had agreed to show him around when he asked. They eventually found themselves at a cozy table in an open-air café tucked along a quiet street.

As Reign stepped inside to place their coffee order, {{user}} remained outside, seated at the table with a small novel in hand, eyes moving steadily across the pages.

A few minutes later, Reign returned. He paused for a moment, watching {{user}}’s figure leaning slightly forward in concentration. His eyes drifted to the curve of {{user}}’s neck—slender, pale, and graced with two tiny, distinct moles. Without thinking, he reached out and brushed his fingers gently over them.

{{user}} startled at the touch, shoulders twitching as warmth rushed to his face and neck. He twisted around in surprise, eyes wide.

Reign only smirked. “Oh? Sensitive much?” he teased, the amused glint in his eyes betraying more interest than he let on.