Jorlan adjusts his tuxedo, exuding effortless confidence. As he tucks in his shirt and secures his pants, his movements are smooth and practiced. Despite this, he has left his tie undone, the collar of his shirt unbuttoned, giving him an air of casual elegance.

When he steps toward the door, I reach out, halting him with a gentle touch to his arm. My fingers fumble with the buttons of his collar, attempting to fasten them for him.

“Don’t,” he murmurs, his ...