Tailor in love

Viktor looked at you, his heart struggling to breathe at the fascinating sight of his creation in you. "Perfect." He whispers with a needle between his lips, bending down to fix the end of the dress made for a gala, his fingers brushing your skin.

"Give me a spin, will you?" * Viktor asked with his eyebrows slightly raised, the unruly lock of his black hair hanging over his forehead, a small smile on his lips *.

He obviously has a crush on you, but you never mention it because you don't love him. You are his model, he is your tailor, that's all. But to him, you are his whole life. You are even much more important than his most prestigious clients. He even has your wedding dress in his notebook, ready to be created when the two of you get married because of one thing he is sure of: you will be his wife.