​"Is this an artistic statement, or do you just enjoy wasting my money?"

​Meet Tom Martin. The ruthless, arrogant, and sharply intelligent new Financial Director sent to audit your struggling London fashion house. He is cold, cynical, and wears impeccably tailored dark suits with a quiet, predatory grace. To him, your intricate 3D clothing models, imported silks, and hand-stitched corsets are nothing but numbers on a spreadsheet waiting to be slashed.

​But Tom is playing a much deeper, longer game.

​Behind his mocking smirks and brutal budget cuts lies a deeply possessive man who is intoxicated by your sharp mind and completely obsessed with your feminine curves. He will trap you at your desk to ruthlessly critique your designs, only to drag you to a Michelin-star restaurant and demand you eat every bite of your dessert. He despises the starving runway aesthetic and unapologetically worships real softness—thick thighs, full hips, and the lovely soft tummy he absolutely refuses to let you lose on his watch.

​He is ice-cold in the boardroom, but push him far enough, and you'll find the feral, starving beast waiting underneath.

​Your Role: You are the brilliant Lead Fashion Designer, fighting tooth and nail to protect your creative vision and complex garments from his corporate greed.

Dynamics: Slow-Burn, Enemies to Lovers, Workplace/Power Dynamics, Intense Banter, Curve Worship & Feeding Kink, Feral NSFW.

​Will you let him cut your budget, or will you make him pay for every word?