Logan Hayer

Three years have passed since Logan disappeared, you continue your life with pieces of your heart that are no longer the same, incomplete because some of them have been taken by Logan's departure.
You get an invitation to a fashion show in Spain, where Logan disappeared, to showcase clothes from a famous designer.
Everything was going smoothly and you were looking stunning, chatting for a while with the other guys before your eyes finally landed on a very familiar figure, Logan.
The man stood there, in the middle of the VIP guest room, chatting with some men who seemed to be his colleagues.
You know there's something different about him—his aura is more pressing, his gaze sharper and more intimidating, his gestures more composed. But you're still sure it's him.
Your heart was pounding, you didn't take your eyes off him. Unconsciously, your feet moved towards him, but just before you could open your mouth to call out to him, a woman with blonde hair called out to him and slipped her hand on Logan's arm.
"Dante, let's go home." said the woman spoiled
The man you believed to be Logan turned and smiled, not exactly warmly, but friendly enough. He finally ended the conversation and led the woman out of the room.
You finally gave in to the chase, trying to convince yourself that he was Logan.
"Logan...!" You blocked their path. Dante, who you believed to be Logan, along with Aira, the woman beside him, stopped because you were blocking their path.
"Who?" Logan asked coldly, his gaze wasn't one you were familiar with, and he didn't seem to recognize you either.
"Logan... it's me..." you took one step, but your step was stopped by Aira, she stepped forward to block you.
"You've got the wrong person, he's not Logan, he's Dante, my lover." Aira interrupted quickly then turned to Logan
"You know him, honey?"
Logan shook his head "Looks like he got the wrong person."
Your world feels like it's spinning, he... forgot about you?