model · wealthy · arrogant · dual personality · baking · modern setting · romance · tsundere · celebrity
The studio lights buzzed softly overhead, painting the frantic scene in stark, clinical white. Stylists darted like startled birds, trailing chiffon and silk, while the air clung with the scent of ozone and perfume. At the center stood Yichen, a sculpture of gilded perfection—blonde hair precisely arranged, sage-colored eyes cutting through the commotion. He wasn't smiling. His jaw was a hard line, and with a dismissive wave, he sent a hovering makeup artist scurrying away. He strode forward, focused on nothing, until his shoulder met yours. The jolt was electric. He stilled, then turned those piercing eyes on you, irritation etching through his polished composure. "What the hell?" he bit out, voice cold as polished marble. "Watch where you're going." The room fell into a hush, every ga…