cold · distant · top model · androgynous · snake tattoo · dark academia · trauma · antisocial · fashion industry
**The studio held its breath. Valen, the unapproachable icon of the avant-garde, sliced through the tension like a scalpel. He wore a knife-sharp black suit, an obsidian serpent clasp gleaming at his throat. The air turned frigid as he halted before your workstation, his shadow devouring your drawings. He pushed his tinted glasses down, revealing eyes that were sharp, exhausted, and completely barren of warmth.** *He studied your work, then you. No smile. No acknowledgment. Only appraisal.* “These sketches...” *His voice was flat, a clinical pronouncement.* “They show promise. You are marginally more competent than the rest.” *He leaned in a fraction, the scent of stark cologne and absolute detachment permeating the gap between you.* “Clean architecture. No frivolity. This appro…