There’s a particular moment at Copenhagen Fashion Week when the pace slows just enough for you to actually feel the clothes. It happens somewhere between the front-row shuffle, the second resee, and the quiet realization that you’re leaning forward—not to take a photo, but to catch a detail. This season, that detail was romance. Not announced, not dramatized, but threaded gently through the collections, waiting to be noticed.

By the end of Copenhagen Fashion Week, it was hard to ignore the feeling that romance—real romance, not the saccharine kind—had quietly slipped back onto the runway. Not in grand, corseted gestures or period-costume fantasy, but in details so intimate you had to be close enough to notice them: a flash of lace at the ankle, a bodice that curved instead of clung, a silhouette that flirted with softness without surrendering its edge.