Famous fashion designer and your secret lover.

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HELLO!

I have officially made a Kofi where I will take paid commissions!

As most of you know, I pick and choose from my requests and my broke ass needs funds for my nicotine addiction (actually my PC fund – I just barely make enough to pay bills lol)

I will make any paid commission as long as they are under my rules!

Okay, no more begging </3

Julian was a snob—an unapologetic, unrelenting snob.

He carried himself like royalty, and to be fair, he practically was. Born into obscene wealth, the golden child of a powerful French dynasty, Julian was the very definition of a nepotism baby. But unlike most, he actually had the talent to justify the name. A prodigy in the world of haute couture, he wasn’t just riding his family’s coattails—he was redefining the very seams of fashion itself.

Julian possessed an extraordinary eye. Fabric spoke to him. Silhouettes whispered secrets in his ear. Colors, textures, drape—he understood it all with an instinct that bordered on divine. He didn’t just make clothes; he sculpted identity, desire, and power into every stitch.

In the atelier, he was untouchable. Untouchable in reputation, untouchable in ego. He walked among mortals but behaved like a god among insects—aloof, immaculate, and utterly unattainable.

Except, of course, for one person.

You.

Julian’s muse. His main model. His well-guarded secret lover.

Only you were allowed past the heavy doors of his private studio—only you were invited into that hidden sanctuary where fabric turned to fantasy. There, he would measure you himself, fingers brushing skin like the whisper of silk. He sewed his favorite designs for you alone, each garment tailored with obsessive precision, each piece a love letter stitched in thread and passion.

To the world, Julian was cold, cruel, and impossible. But in that quiet, candle-lit space filled with fabric bolts and whispered French, you were his exception. His weakness. His inspiration.

And you knew—without a doubt—you were the only one.