The Fashion Show

The lights inside the grand Dior venue softened into a dramatic glow as the Fall/Winter collection runway show hit its stride. The bass-heavy music pulsed through the room while cameras flashed from every angle. Sana sat gracefully in the VIP section right beside the catwalk, legs crossed, her long auburn hair falling in loose waves over one shoulder.

She looked stunning. The oversized brown suede coat hung open over a tight black leather corset that hugged her waist and lifted her full breasts into a deep, tempting cleavage. Her ruched leather mini skirt clung to her hips, and the sheer black tights on her legs caught the light with every small movement.Then Lukas Voss stepped onto the runway.

He walked with powerful, confident strides. At well over six feet tall with a lean, athletic build, he wore a tailored black suit jacket left open over a white silk shirt unbuttoned almost all the way down. With every step, the fabric parted to reveal his sculpted chest and defined abs, his skin glowing under the bright runway lights. His sharp jaw, tousled dark-blond hair, and piercing grey-green eyes gave him an effortlessly commanding presence.

Sana could not look away.

Her gaze lingered openly on his exposed torso. She traced the hard lines of his chest and the ridges of his abs as he moved, heat blooming low in her belly. Her thighs pressed together beneath her skirt. She imagined what it would feel like to run her hands over that smooth, firm skin, to feel those muscles flex beneath her fingers. Her nipples tightened against the leather corset.

Halfway down the runway, his eyes swept across the front row and locked directly onto her. Their gazes held. A slow, knowing smirk curved his lips when he realized exactly where she was staring. He didn’t rush. He slowed his walk just enough for her to get a longer look, deliberately tightening his abs as he turned at the end of the runway.

Sana’s breath caught. A warm flush spread across her cheeks and down her neck. She knew she should look away, but she couldn’t. This was dangerous. She was TWICE’s Sana, a global ambassador sitting here as the face of luxury brands. Yet her body was reacting so strongly she could feel herself getting wet just from watching him.

When he passed her section again on the way back, Lukas turned his head and looked straight at her once more. His eyes dragged slowly over her corset and legs before returning to her face, dark with unmistakable interest.

Sana quickly dropped her gaze, heart hammering in her chest. But it was too late. The image of his bare chest and abs was burned into her mind. For the rest of the show she kept stealing glances whenever he appeared, her pulse racing each time. By the time the finale came and he walked one last time, their eyes met again. He gave her the smallest nod, like a silent promise.

The audience erupted into applause as the show ended, but Sana barely registered it. Her mind was already drifting to the afterparty, wondering if she would see him there... and what might happen if she did.

The afterparty spilled out onto a wide setback terrace halfway up the building. Warm golden lights hung overhead, mixing with the cool night air of Paris. Heaters glowed softly near clusters of elegant seating, and the city stretched out below with its endless shimmer of lights. Music played at a comfortable volume, letting conversations flow easily between fashion insiders, models, and brand guests.

Sana had arrived with her small group of Koreans. Two other models and a few staff members stayed close. She still wore the same striking outfit from the show: the brown suede coat draped over her shoulders, the black leather corset hugging her figure, and the short ruched leather skirt paired with sheer tights. She smiled and nodded as the others chatted in Korean, occasionally offering short replies or soft laughs. But her attention kept slipping.

She kept catching glimpses of Lukas across the terrace.

He stood out easily, tall and relaxed in his tailored black suit, a glass in hand as he spoke with a couple of other models. Every so often their eyes would meet. Each time, Sana felt a fresh wave of heat rush through her body. She would quickly look away, pretending to focus on the conversation around her, but it was useless. Her mind kept replaying the way his shirt had hung open on the runway, the sharp lines of his chest and abs.

After a few minutes, he excused himself from his group and walked straight toward her. Sana’s heart picked up speed the closer he got. When he stopped in front of her, she felt suddenly shy, unable to hold his gaze for long.

“Good evening,” he said, that smooth British accent cutting through the ambient noise. “Sana, wasn’t it? I’m Lukas Voss. We crossed paths during the show.”

Sana gave a small nod, cheeks warming. “Yes. Hello.” Her voice came out soft and careful. “You walked very well.”

Lukas smiled, clearly amused by how flustered she seemed. He glanced briefly at the Korean staff around her, including her manager who stood politely nearby, before turning his attention back to Sana.

“Thanks. I noticed you watching quite closely,” he continued, voice low enough that only she and those immediately next to her could hear. “Couldn’t help but wonder what you thought of the collection.”

Sana bit her lip for a second, searching for the right words in English. “It was nice. The clothes. You made them look strong.” She gestured vaguely toward his chest, then caught herself and dropped her hand, embarrassed.

He chuckled quietly, the sound warm and confident. “I’m glad. Truth be told, I’ve heard a lot about you. Sana from TWICE. Seems like every brand here has been fighting to get you as their ambassador. You’re quite the big name.”

She smiled shyly at the compliment but didn’t know how to respond beyond a quiet “Thank you.” The conversation stayed mostly one-sided after that. Lukas asked simple questions. Whether she was enjoying Paris, if this was her first Dior show, how the energy compared to her usual events. Sana answered each one with short, sweet replies, her English basic but clear. She giggled nervously when she struggled to find a word, and Lukas was patient, filling the gaps easily.

All the while, her eyes kept drifting. Down to the open collar of his shirt, to the hint of chest she could still see. He noticed. Of course he noticed. Every time her gaze dropped, his smirk grew a little more pronounced.

Her manager stayed right beside her the entire time, listening quietly without interrupting, a calm but watchful presence. The other Koreans occasionally joined the conversation before drifting back into their own discussions, but the manager never moved far.

Lukas leaned in just a fraction closer, his voice dropping. “This terrace is beautiful, but the view from higher up is something else entirely. Much more private. If you ever want to escape the crowd for a bit…”

He let the offer hang in the air, eyes locked on hers with clear intent.

Sana’s breath caught. She did not answer right away. Her manager was still right there, and the weight of everything she could lose pressed on her. But the pull was undeniable.

Lukas kept his eyes on Sana, waiting patiently for her answer. The offer lingered between them. Before she could find the right words, one of the other Korean models tapped her manager on the shoulder and pulled her into a lively discussion with a group of brand representatives nearby. The manager glanced back at Sana once, but the conversation quickly drew her attention away. She stepped a few feet aside, still within sight but no longer right next to them.

This was the opening Lukas needed.

He leaned in slightly and spoke in a low voice. “Come with me. Just for a little while. I promise the view is worth it.”

Sana hesitated. Her heart beat fast. She knew this was risky. She was supposed to stay professional, especially at an event like this. But something in his confident tone and the way he looked at her made her body ignore every warning in her head. She gave a small nod.

“Okay,” she whispered.

Lukas smiled and gently guided her away from the main terrace with a light touch on her lower back. They slipped through a side door used by staff and climbed a private staircase to a higher floor. The noise of the afterparty faded behind them. He used a key card to open a door at the end of a quiet hallway.

They stepped inside an elegant executive office. The lights were dim, but the real illumination came from outside. Floor to ceiling windows offered a stunning panoramic view of Paris at night. The Eiffel Tower stood proudly in the distance, sparkling with its golden lights against the dark sky. The city stretched out endlessly below them, a sea of glowing streets and rooftops.

Sana walked closer to the glass, her eyes wide with genuine amazement. She placed a hand lightly on the window and stared out.

“Wow,” she said softly, almost to herself. “So beautiful.”

The room felt intimate and private compared to the busy terrace. A large modern sofa faced the windows, and a wide wooden desk sat to one side. The city lights cast a soft glow across everything. For a moment, Sana forgot about everything else as she took in the breathtaking sight.

Lukas stood a few steps behind her, watching the way the lights played across her face and the curves of her body in that leather outfit. The air between them felt thick with tension now that they were finally alone.

Lukas took a slow step closer until he stood right behind her. The warmth of his body cut through the cool air of the room. Sana stayed facing the window, her eyes still fixed on the sparkling Eiffel Tower, but she could feel him there.

“You like the view?” he asked, his British accent low and smooth near her ear.

“Yes. It is really beautiful,” she replied softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

He placed his hands lightly on her waist, fingers resting over the brown suede coat. The touch was gentle but deliberate. Sana’s breath hitched. She did not pull away.

“I have been thinking about you since the runway,” he continued. His thumbs moved in small, slow circles against her sides. “The way you looked at me. Those pretty eyes staring at my chest the whole time. Did you like what you saw?”

Sana’s cheeks burned. She bit her lip and gave a tiny nod, too shy to speak. His words made her thighs press together under her leather skirt.

Lukas chuckled quietly, the sound deep and confident. “Good girl. I could tell. You kept looking even when you knew you should not.” One hand slid a little higher, tracing the edge of her coat where it met the leather corset, without going underneath. “You are even more stunning up close. This tight little outfit… it suits you perfectly.”

He brushed her long auburn hair to one side, exposing the soft skin of her neck. Sana shivered when his lips grazed just below her ear, a light, teasing kiss that sent warmth spreading through her body.

“We should not do this,” she whispered, even as she tilted her head slightly without thinking. “I am an idol. If someone finds out…”

“Shh,” he murmured against her skin. “No one is going to find out. It is just us here.” His other hand stayed firm on her waist, holding her gently in place as he placed another slow kiss lower on her neck. “You have been wet for me since the show, haven’t you?”

Sana let out a small, embarrassed sound. She did not answer, but her breathing had grown heavier. Lukas smiled against her neck and continued his soft kisses, trailing along her shoulder while his hands explored the curves of her waist and hips over her clothes.

“Tell me what you were thinking when you stared at my abs on the runway,” he said, voice turning a little rougher. “Be honest, Sana.”