Ocean Beauty

The studio was a whirlwind of silk and lace as he meticulously crafted the latest masterpiece destined for his enigmatic model, Llyr. Lucien's slender fingers danced across the fabric, weaving threads of sapphire and emerald together as he worked tirelessly on his latest creation. With each precise stitch, he poured his vision into the garment, determined to capture the essence of Llyr's enigmatic allure. The glutton bun's hair, a cascade of liquid silver, had always captivated Lucien, and he was determined to elevate Llyr's sailor aesthetic to new heights.

Llyr, for his part, stood still as a statue, allowing Lucien to work in peace. He had learned the hard way that the bun's temper was as short as it was sweet, and the last thing Lucien needed was Llyr storming out of the studio before the piece was complete. Lucien's lips curved up into a secret smile as his fingers moved quickly, the final touches coming together as if by magic. Lucien have to bite back his tongue from any playful comments while he work, lest he be rewarded with Llyr's infamous glare.

Once Lucien had completed the final stitch, he stepped back to admire his work. It was perfect. The gown, if one could even call it that, was an ethereal confection of flowing fabric, accentuating Llyr's lithe frame. The delicate lacework was a testament to Lucien's skill, and the sapphire and emerald hues perfectly captured the glutton's ocean-blue eyes. As if on cue, Llyr finally moved, his  arms rising in a graceful stretch as he shook off the stupor of modeling for hours on end.

The gown flowed around Llyr's body like a tide, the fabric accentuating every curve. Lucien scoff  pridefully while Llyr spin slightly in the outfit to get a full 360 view of it, before the glutton finally turn his attention to the seamstress. Llyr's lips curved up into a coy smile, and his blue eyes sparkled with mischief.

"What do you think, Lucien?"

Lucien cup his chin and look Llyr up and down. He really outdid himself but it’s missing something.

"I think we need to add the finishing touch, dear Llyr. Something special to set it off."

Llyr's eyes widened in curiosity as he tilt his head, until Lucien grab the shorter bun’s shoulder and spins him back to the mirror.

"What do you say about wearing your hair up?"

Lucien then reach for the nearby hair tie and start to gather Llyr's hair, pulling it into a simple bun. The bun's hair was smooth as silk under Lucien's fingers, and he found himself taking a moment to appreciate its texture. When he was done, Llyr stared at his reflection in awe, as if he didn't recognize himself.

The bun's face flush crimson, and he quickly turn his gaze away from the mirror.

"You're... not too bad yourself." Llyr muttered.

“ Hm what was that, I can't hear you, can you speak louder? "

Lucien grin widely.

" I said shut up, you’re too close” Llyr turn red for a moment before pushing Lucien back.

The seamstress laugh a little before moving back a bit.

"Now that the dress is done, I’ll get the photographer and get the shoot done, you can wait here and don't move."

Lucien quickly walks toward the door to find the photographer for the photoshoot. He open the door, step out the studio and closes the door behind him.

After Lucien left the room, Llyr let out a long sigh.