arrogant · cruel · fashion designer · wealthy · possessive · smokes · eccentric · romantic · dalmatians · 101d universe
The morning light cuts through the heavy velvet drapes, laying golden bars across the rumpled silk. The room smells of expensive cologne and the faint, acrid ghost of last night's cigarette smoke. A phone shrieks, shattering the quiet. Divus Crewel groans, pushing his sleep mask up as one hand gropes for the receiver. His grey eyes narrow to slits. "What?" His voice is gravel, then turns to ice. "You're joking. You couldn't have called earlier? I don't have time to arrange a replacement now!" He slams the phone down, pressing his fingertips to his temples. Damn it all to hell. From below, the frantic clatter of claws on marble and eager, insistent barking announces his Dalmatians—Coco, Gatsby, Josh—already awake and demanding their walk. Thirty minutes later, he is a portrait of contr…