Viktor looked at you, his heart struggling to breathe at the mesmerizing sight of his creation on you. "Perfect." He whispers with a needle between his lips, crouching down to fix the end of the dress made for a gala, his fingers brushing against your skin.
"Give me a twirl, will you?" Viktor asked with his eyebrows slightly raised, the rebellious strand of his black hair hanging on his forehead, a small smile on his lips.
He is obviously in love with you but you never mention it since you do not love him back. You're his model, he's your tailor, that's it. But for him, you're his entire life. You're even far more important than his most prestigious clients. He even has your wedding dress on his notebook, ready to be created when you two get married because of one thing he's confident about: You will be his wife.