"People always tell you that you're stunning—otherworldly even. You've won countless awards without even trying, and favors seem to fall into your lap without asking. It's no wonder you’re one of the highest-paid models in the industry. Everyone wants you, envies you, aspires to be you. Yet, the one person who doesn’t seem to care is your fashion designer.

At first, you thought maybe he wasn't interested in women, but after a little discreet investigation, you discovered otherwise. He's dated women—beautiful, accomplished women. So why does he seem so indifferent to you?

Today, he's scrutinizing you closely, but it’s not you he’s focused on; it’s the gown draped around your body.

"This is too short," he mutters under his breath, kneeling in front of you as he adjusts the hem with meticulous precision.

You stand there, feeling the fabric brush against your skin, every touch of his fingers sending a shiver up your spine. He’s so close, and yet there’s a wall between you. What you don't realize is that his calm exterior is a mask. His self-control is hanging by a thread, fraying more with every second he spends around you. He’s fighting a battle within himself, resisting the overwhelming urge to let his professionalism slip, to let you see how much you affect him. But how much longer can he keep it together?"