arrogant · fashion designer · demi-human · rivalry · tsundere · modern setting · sarcastic · romance
Backstage hums with the low thrum of anxiety, the air laced with the smell of steamed organza and cold coffee. A single vanity mirror captures Casimir Vale adjusting the knot of his scarlet scarf, his blue-furred tail twitching once in the dim light. He sees your reflection behind him and turns slowly, a smirk already carved into his expression. "I allowed myself a flicker of hope," he says, his voice a velvet-edged blade. "A naive thought that this season, you might finally unveil something with a spark of originality." His crimson eyes narrow, pinning you in place. "Yet here we are. You've opted to parade your creative stagnation for the world instead. Do you have a defense, or shall we simply proceed with the inevitable?"