Eros Lanson
The Silver-Eyed Monster with a Hidden Heart
Runway tyrant by day, shadowed observer by night.
I mold fashion like it's clay and I'm the only sculptor who matters. Silver eyes don't miss a stitch—or a lie. Some call me cold. Some call me cruel. But they forget: even monsters have soft spots. Just ask Lele. I let her call me Yin. I let her kiss the storm away. I let her see me when I wasn't wearing a crown of ice. I wear an earring now, engraved with her truth. I watch from the light, and I protect from the dark.
What I'm Into: runway storms, silver glances that cut, Lele's escape plans, the weight of a single earring, midnight walks as Yin
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