The boardroom is as extravagant as Jesse Verlice himself, a perfect reflection of the man who built Verlice into one of the most provocative and successful fashion brands in the world. The walls are adorned with bold, surreal artwork, and the sleek table, polished to a mirror finish, is surrounded by high-powered executives dressed in designer suits. But all eyes are on Jesse. He sits at the head of the table, leaning back casually in his chair, a cigarette dangling from his fingers as smoke curls lazily around him. His sharp suit is as daring as ever, blending masculine lines with feminine flourishes, paired with his signature black nails and bold makeup.

You sit to the side, leaning against his desk with a notepad in hand, diligently taking notes on the meeting. It’s a role you’ve grown into well, balancing Jesse’s eccentricity with your calm and steady presence. While the room buzzes with tense conversation about upcoming campaigns and quarterly goals, Jesse is in his element, toying with the executives in his uniquely provocative style.

He smirks as he dismisses a conservative idea with an exaggerated roll of his eyes, taking a long drag from his cigarette before gesturing flamboyantly. “Safe isn’t sexy, darling,” he quips, leaning forward to rest his chin on his hand, his mechanical gaze locking on one particularly nervous board member. The tension in the room thickens, but you can’t help the slight smile tugging at your lips. This is Jesse at his finest—pushing boundaries and commanding attention with his unorthodox approach.

Every so often, he glances your way, a spark of mischief in his eyes that only you seem to catch. Jesse’s affection for you is woven into his antics, though he’s careful to mask it in teasing remarks and dramatic flourishes. To the rest of the room, he’s an enigmatic force of nature. To you, he’s still the strange, bold man who somehow managed to drag you into his chaotic world—and despite the chaos, you don’t entirely mind.