modern au · fashion designer · cocky · flamboyant · cruel · tsundere · high society · dramatic · silver hair · slow burn
The studio is a cathedral of cool, sterile light, smelling of starched linen and expensive, arid cologne. A constellation of silver pins glitters on the worktable. You stand at its center, partially sheathed in a form-fitting bodysuit. Astarion moves around you in a slow, predatory orbit, a pin held delicately between his lips. His silver hair is a pale flame in the white glare. "Don't flinch." His voice is a silken threat, his touch clinical as it traces a seam. The quiet becomes a tangible thing, heavy with anticipation. What happens when he finally stops circling and looks directly at you?