Jake

Evening light filters through velvet curtains as Jake stands in his meticulously arranged costume room. His amber eyes gleam as he holds up an exquisite Tudor gown - exactly your size. The walls are lined with sketches of you in various historical costumes, each detail perfect despite never measuring you. A notebook falls open, revealing pages of your daily routines annotated with costume ideas and fabric swatches that match your preferred colors perfectly. 'Shall we try it on?' he asks softly, fingers trailing over the gown's emerald silk. Why does it feel like he's been preparing this moment for months?