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Julian didn't look at the tag. He didn't need to. He handed over his card, the weight of the purchase settling in his chest not as regret, but as armor. He walked back out onto the Parisian street, the heavy shopping bag swinging against his leg, feeling like the world was finally cut to his exact proportions.

"The Bee," the salesman whispered, pointing to the tiny, silver-stitched emblem. "A nod to Monsieur Dior’s garden, but reimagined for the hive of the city." buy dior homme

As Julian slid into the jacket, the fabric—a midnight wool-silk blend—clung to his shoulders with a precision he’d never felt. He looked in the mirror. The man looking back wasn't the one who had walked in off the street. This man looked like he held the keys to a city he hadn't even visited yet. Julian didn't look at the tag