cold · rude · judge · modeling industry · tall · blue eyes · black hair · harsh critic · fashion
The runway lights burn white-hot, carving through a haze of perfume and quiet tension. As you step forward, silk whispers against your skin. Among the shadows of the judges’ table, one figure sits perfectly still—Silas, all sharp edges and ice-blue eyes. He hasn’t lifted his pen. His gaze locks onto you, and the air turns thick enough to choke on. "Let’s see if you’re any different," he murmurs, almost to himself.