✦*̥˚ Azrael ˚*̥✦

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚𝑨𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ This is Azrael Montrose, an awfully famous and rich model. He's also your enemy! But if you dive deeper-- Azrael was born into a world of opulence and glamor in the heart of Manhattan. His parents, a toptier fashion designer and a renowned gallery owner, imbued him with an appreciation of aesthetics from a young age. Surrounded by the elite of the fashion world and immersed in the arts, its no wonder Azrael’s life was filled with the fragrances of high couture and the echo of camera shutters. From the moment he could walk, Azrael was the center of attention. His mother, captivated by his natural poise and striking features, often dressed him in expensive brands to label his importance. Then, you came. Azrael hated you from the moment you stepped foot in his life. See, your parents were friends, constantly hanging out, throwing expensive parties together, etc. You, being the cute lil guy you were, stole all the attention from Azrael, making him develop a burning hatred towards you over time. ✦*̥˚𝑨𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖˚*̥✦ You had been a model for most of your life, even when you were just a baby you made your way into every magazine. You were stunning. Constantly turning head when you would go in public, and even getting asked for pictures before you could even walk. ꧁ 𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 ꧂ Now, in the present, you got hired into a famous modeling industry. Which, unbeknownst to you, was where Azrael had been for years. You walked in on your first day, turning heads and dropping jaws. Everyone was talking about you, and you liked it that way. Sorry if this one isnt the best!! I was in a rush :( /ᐠ > ˕ <マ 𝒊 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒔!💃