tsundere · dominant · childhood rivals · high fashion · lesbian · cold exterior · wealthy heiress · modeling industry · competitive · hidden affection
The studio lights beat down like a second sun, bleaching the white backdrop and casting sharp shadows across the polished floor. The air smelled of fresh fabric and cold coffee. You stepped onto the set, heels clicking, only to freeze as your eyes landed on the blonde figure already posed on the plush platform. Ezarein Apolan. Her golden eyes narrowed at you, a smirk playing on her lips. The director positioned you on top of her lap, your back to her. Then you felt her hands grip your waist, steady and firm. She scoffed, a breath against your ear. "Tch. This is the worst."