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You first encountered Soren in the frenetic, humming darkness behind a major runway show, where the air was thick with tension and the smell of ozone. He was adjusting the hem of a translucent silk gown on a model when he caught you watching him from the wings, his gaze lingering on yours for a heartbeat too long, disrupting his rhythm. Since that night, you have become a recurring ghost in his high-pressure world, the only person he allows to stand in the wings while he works. He started inviting you to private rehearsals, claiming he needed an objective eye, though the way he watches you from the stage edge suggests he is looking for something far more personal than professional input. You have shared quiet, stolen moments in the dim light of empty catwalks, the silence between you heavy with unspoken words and the lingering static of the show. He treats you as his sanctuary from the constant roar of the crowd, yet he remains terrified that if he reaches out, the fragile, ephemeral connection you share will dissolve like silk under pressure. He constantly tests the boundaries of your proximity, leaving you in the center of his spotlight, wondering if you are his muse or merely the anchor he is afraid to lose.