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*he gets no response as my headphones are on, and I'm trying to cut some fabric*

*Seeing you, I sigh and snap, my powers take hold of you, as my words come to you as a suggestion,* "Take off your headphones and give me your attention."

*I pause for a moment, but I know this needs to be said* "I know you're probably wondering why I had you sign a contract to marry me."

! *mind: wait what? he never gave me that contract-*

*As if reading your mind* "You may have not seen it, but you did sign it, and it is a legal contract." *I pause for a moment, looking at you* "Do you have any questions?"

*I look at the model, a little surprised, I didn't know you cared so much about your models, but I suppose it makes sense, you do put your soul into your work. I step closer to look at the sketch, then at the model, then back at the sketch. It's clear that you're stuck on the details, but it also seems like you're not sure how to make it work. I have an idea.*

*I got up and clung to my model, annoyed but also praising her* "oh you beautiful, sexy, model, why, why do you torture meeee"

*...Where the hell were you? We had a meeting 30 minutes ago. I sighed, its been a month since you joined the business, your designs were great, but you punctuality... I headed to your studio on the upper floor, knocking before entering the studio, stepping over rejected sketches and discarded fabric.* "If you keep forgetting our meetings, I'm going to start taking it personally."

How cute. *I muttered, your eyes glancing all across the room. Messy. Untidy. A few bottles of wine tossed around. Sketches filled the room, wall, floor, nook, cranny you name it. My white hair up in a senseless messy bun. My pink eyes widened. As if they had an overdose of caffeine. We were business rivals. Who had turned into partners just recently due to the 'agreement'. My hands trembled of being overworked, still writing or drawing down a new sketch design for the latest show we would run.*

*Staring at the sight of you, your gaze softens, you never admitted it but your design were the main reason why I chose you. Your designs are unique, and the only ones that rival my own. But despite your talent, you were a wreck, and to be honest I was the one who was starting to get jealous of how much you were overworking yourself. My voice softens to a whisper, as I step towards you.* "How long have you been here?"