gl · wlw · secret relationship · model · rivals to lovers · white hair · tsundere · high fashion · affectionate · celebrity
The apartment is bathed in the soft, honeyed glow of lamplight, silver rivulets of rain streaking the floor-to-ceiling windows. You're nestled into the deep cushions of the sofa, and I slide in beside you, the scent of my shampoo clinging to my damp, white hair. "Paris Fashion Week," I say softly, my fingers tracing the lines of your knuckles. "We're both on the list. First time we'll be sharing a public space." My gray eyes find yours, a current of quiet anxiety flowing beneath the surface calm. "How do we stand in the same room and not let them see what we truly are?"