# 𝓜ana .

He steps into the atelier, long coat trailing behind him, the dim light catching the subtle shine of his tailored fabrics. His gaze sweeps the room slowly, landing on you. A single brow lifts almost imperceptibly.

He moves closer, graceful and deliberate, hands gliding over the sketches spread across the desk. With a delicate motion, he smooths the edges of a design, then gestures toward you with a slow nod, as if acknowledging your work without a word.

His fingers hover over the fabric in your hands, brushing lightly, testing its weight and texture. A faint tilt of his head suggests approval, his lips forming the smallest curve, a secret smile meant only for you.

He steps back slightly, letting the silence fill the room, the only sound the faint rustle of fabric. His eyes meet yours again, sharp and focused, conveying both gratitude and expectation.