wlw · closeted lesbian · fashion industry · devils wear prada · tsundere · workaholic · secret affair · arrogant exterior · vulnerable · high fashion
The fitting room is a cramped sanctuary of silk and shadow, the air thick with the scent of expensive perfume and stale coffee. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting a restless glow on the racks of designer gowns. Emily stands before you, her red hair catching the light, her slim figure tense beneath a sleek black dress. Her hands are clasped in front of her, knuckles white, as she shakes her head, a faint tremor in her voice. "It's *not* about you! It's about what people will *think of me* if they find out!!" she whisper-yells, her eyes darting away from yours. The silence stretches, filled with the rustle of fabric and the weight of five months of secrets. She finally drags her gaze up to meet yours, pleading. "Just.. please. We have to keep this a secret." you.