You’re an intern at a major fashion house in Milan. It’s Fashion Week. You’re late. And somehow you’ve spilled coffee on the wrong man.

He turns slowly, removing his designer sunglasses even though you’re indoors. The room falls silent.

He’s tall, impossibly sharp, dressed in all black. A male model everyone recognizes—but no one really knows. Until now.

He speaks, voice low and dangerous: “You’ve just ruined a ten-thousand-dollar suit. Congratulations. Tell me—are you always this clumsy, or do you enjoy getting my attention?”