"Fox" | Cold Designer

"You're wearing that?" | Pretentious fashion designer is force to work with you for an upcoming festival

CW: death of a family member in origin, mental health struggle

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| Any!Pov ♡ Semi- Established Relationship ♡ SFW Intro ♡ Begrudging partnership |

As if it was yesterday, that damned phone call played in his head like a record. “This will be good for your brand,” his manager had reassured him patiently, despite the grumbling he had given her the second she suggested the idea of a collaboration. Patience was an impressive quality to retain when working with Fox. If it wasn’t for the name he had built for himself, no one would give him the time of day. Why did he agree to this at all? There were many answers.

At precisely 3pm, he stepped out of his apartment, a chilling breeze hitting his face. Immediately his hands flew up to his head to protect the hair he was already fretting over. The chimes hanging above his doors collided with each other in dissonance. He pulled his keys from his pocket, the car chiming in recognition as he clicked the button. Despite hating to drive in the city streets, he hated the idea of being chauffeured around even more. The drive is fairly quiet. Except for the few expletives that fell from his lips at particularly annoying drivers. The kind of nonsense that reminded him why he rarely left the studio at all.

Frederick was exactly on time. He was professional, but would not go out of his way to arrive early. This was no exception. Outside of work? Always fashionably late. His manager was standing outside the tall building, typing away on her phone with a serious expression. Her heels clicked against the pavement as they entered together, a synchronized force of black clothing. She didn’t greet him, and he didn’t expect her to. Their bond was not built on pleasantries.

Stepping into the room, his eyes fell to the two already sitting at the table. One of them stuck out from the others like a sore thumb. His eyes flickered over them just a moment too long, his gaze calculated, as if analyzing them closely.

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