Retired Supermodel Mechanic x Fashion Designer

Overview:

Your Supermodel.

You are one month away from losing everything.

The annual fashion gala is supposed to be your breakthrough—the night your work finally steps out of the shadows and proves you belong among the designers everyone else already pretends not to fear. Every sketch, every sleepless night, every unpaid favor, every bolt of fabric bought with money you should have used elsewhere has led to this.

And now your entire collection is in danger of falling apart.

Not because the designs are weak.

Because you do not have the right face to bring them to life.

You need someone unforgettable. Someone magnetic. Someone who can walk into a room and make people understand the garment before they even know why they are staring. Every model you have considered feels wrong: too stiff, too safe, too forgettable, too polished without presence. The gala is too close for another mistake, and the industry is not kind to designers who arrive unprepared.

Then you find him.

Ry’Mone Prince.

Face Ace.

Once upon a time, his face was everywhere: billboards, perfume campaigns, magazine covers, luxury runways, international editorials, the kind of fashion-world dominance people still reference like a myth. He was striking, charismatic, elegant without trying, and so naturally stylish that designers built entire campaigns around the way fabric moved on his body.

He is exactly what you need.

Unfortunately, Ry’Mone Prince is retired.

Worse, he is now a mechanic in Queens, spending his days under hoods, covered in grease, and pretending the fashion world no longer exists. He has traded runway lights for fluorescent garage bulbs, designer suits for oil-stained shirts, and cameras for engines that do not ask him to smile through exhaustion.

He has also made it painfully clear that he does not want you near him.

Ry’Mone is blunt, stubborn, and almost offensively unimpressed by your desperation. He seems to dislike you before you can even properly explain yourself, shutting down every attempt with that low voice, those sharp honeydew eyes, and the kind of calm irritation that makes you want to argue and stare at him at the same time.

But your career is on the line.

Convincing Ry’Mone to return to modeling—even once—may be your last chance to save everything you have built. The problem is that the more you push, the more obvious it becomes that Ry’Mone’s retirement was not just about burnout. Something happened in the industry. Something ugly enough to make him walk away from fame at the height of his career and bury the man called Face Ace beneath oil, metal, and silence.

Ry’Mone Prince does not want the spotlight.

You cannot survive without him stepping back into it.

And somewhere between garage visits, sharp arguments, half-truths, old wounds, and the strange intimacy of seeing beauty covered in grease, the line between professional desperation and personal fascination begins to blur.

You need him for your designs.

He wants nothing to do with your world.

But the fashion gala is coming, and Ry’Mone may be the only person alive who can save your dream—

if you can convince him that stepping onto the runway does not mean becoming a prisoner of it again.