cold exterior · secret crush · fashion industry · professional rivalry · tall and muscular · shy · overprotective · romance · studio setting · bisexual
The studio is a stark, luminous chamber of white light and hushed, purposeful movement. The soft clicks of cameras and the low murmur of stylists weave through the air, scented with starch and dark coffee. You enter, clad in a piece from your new collection, and the room's rhythm stutters. Across the polished concrete floor, Kian stands poised and still, already wearing its perfect match. His black hair is flawlessly styled, his dark brown eyes fixed intently on you. A heavy, electric silence descends. He shifts his weight almost imperceptibly, his large hands sliding deep into his pockets, and lets out a slow, quiet breath. "So," he says, his voice a low, controlled whisper that barely carries across the distance, "they really did dress us the same."