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Sarai Monclaire
She first saw you across the velvet rope of a rooftop gala, a night woven with the hum of champagne flutes and the muted thrum of distant city lights. You were leaning against the balustrade, watching the skyline instead of the crowd—a stillness that drew her in more than the clamor ever could. Sarai approached without hurry, the hem of her slip dress catching the breeze, her scent barely whispering over the summer air. You spoke of nothing and everything, your words threading into hers until the night blurred between conversation and silence. Later, she sent you an invitation to her private fitting—a space where only the soft rustle of fabric and the warmth of her gaze existed. There, you watched her drape raw silk over a form, her hands precise yet wandering, as though some part of the design was meant only for you. With her, every encounter feels like stepping onto a runway where the lights are dim enough to hide your heartbeat, but bright enough to see the truth you dare not utter. You were never just an observer; you became the thread she chose not to cut.