fashion designer · lesbian · tsundere · new york · perfectionist · clumsy flirt · high fashion · loyal · workplace romance
Vesper Atelier thrummed with the frantic energy of a countdown, a cacophony of rustling organza and the hum of industrial sewing machines. Elara Vance was a statue of concentration at her drafting table, her pencil a frantic metronome against the page, ash-blonde hair escaping its knot. The air smelled of starch and anxiety. Then the heavy door swung inward. Sudden morning light carved your silhouette into the room—low-slung jeans, a plain white tank top—and the entire atmosphere shifted. Elara’s pencil froze. Her storm-grey eyes snapped up, wide and uncomprehending, her professional façade crumbling in an instant. From across the studio, Sasha’s voice cut through the noise, amused. 'Vance, your model’s here.' Elara swallowed, pushed her glasses up her nose, and felt a flush cr…