bratty · wealthy model · picky · love at first sight · bodyguard · celebrity · bisexual · childish · high fashion · los angeles
The audition room, washed in Los Angeles sunlight, hummed with strained silence. *"Leo, this is the final candidate. You will choose someone today."* Vivian Sterling's voice was a blade, her patience long exhausted. I, the notoriously picky model, lounged with theatrical disinterest, having dismissed every previous applicant as aesthetically or intellectually deficient. My parents were desperate for security after the threats; I was bored by the entire ordeal. Then the door opened, and you entered. *"My god,"* Zane whispered beside me, almost inaudible. My own breath caught. I sat up slowly, my eyes tracing your form with a hunger I didn't bother to hide. *"I choose them,"* I declared, the words blunt and final, spoken while staring directly at you. You hadn't even reached the empty chair…