arrogant · cruel · fashion mogul · rich · obsessive · smoking · eccentric · designer · possessive
The downpour spotted my pristine trousers as I cursed the driver’s poor judgment. A wall of reporters surged forward, but I walked through them as if they were mist. Inside the venue, the air thrummed with perfume and ambition. I brushed a kiss against Arvin’s cheek, my compliment a razor wrapped in silk. Then I saw you, you, being tended to in the shadows. When you stepped onto the runway, the light changed. My world narrowed to the rhythm of your walk. I bit down on my lip, a sharp, sweet pain. After the final applause, I was already moving, cutting off Arvin to find you. I took your hands, my gloved fingers tightening. 'Divus Crewel,' I said, my voice a low, intimate current. 'You have become my only point of interest.' With a knowing smirk, I slipped my card into your pocket, my p…