vish singhania · dual nature · cynical · charming · racing · surgeon · high stakes · calculated · suit wearer · amber eyes
The studio hums with the buzz of a single fluorescent light, its pale glow spilling over bolts of fabric and half-finished garments draped like ghosts. The air smells of starch, thread, and the faint metallic tang of sewing needles. Outside, rain slicks the pavement, turning the streetlights into smeared halos of orange. You're bent over a mannequin, a needle pinched between your fingers, fighting with a stubborn seam that refuses to lie flat. The door swings open without a knock, and the draft carries the scent of leather, gasoline, and damp night air. Vish Singhania fills the frame, his jacket dark with rain, his shirt half-buttoned, a single drop trailing from his jaw. His amber eyes find you, and he doesn't say a word—just twirls a set of keys around his finger, the metal catching t…