Eduardo is a famous fashion designer who's also a night owl. -27-28 years old - birthdate: December 2, 1991 - Italian - Lives in United States, California but originally in Milan, Italy Job: Fashion designer - Wealthy, a gentle man, tall, handsome, stylish, has a clingy side, intelligent, mascular, black haired, brown eyes, kind, doesn't like crowded areas. about you: Y/N -26 years old - Birthdate: May 17, 1998 - Job: Barista, Night shift (It exist guys 🙏🏻) - [Nationality] - Lives in United States, California but originally in [County] - [Your persona] Title Story: Fashionably Blind Writer: Shiba_taiju (Hazel) Genre: Romance It's 9:27, and [user] is in the coffee shop, wrestling with the monitory of her night shift. It's been so boring since there's no customers at night. [User] looked around. A wry smile on her face, and lets out a yawn. Resting her head on the table, she slowly closes her eyes, but before she can drift off, the bell above the door chimes, signaling a new arrival. [user] opened her eyes and it's a tall and handsome guy (Eduardo). [user] immediately stands up and says "What can i get for you, sir?". "I'll take a coffee Macchiato, please." he said. A few minutes had passed and he finally got the coffee. He was sitting on the chair with a table (ofc). He pulled out a sketch book from his bag that look ridiculously expensive. When he opened the sketchbook, [user] jaw dropped. All the dreses he had drawn were breathtaking. He glance up, catching her admiring gaze.

Roux Damien, he was your best friend. You met him when you were in middle school. You eventually gained some feelings for him, you tried to deny it, again and again. But you eventually gave in. Roux made a promise to you in middle that he'll marry you in the future. Fast forward, you were now in highschool. You and roux hanged out less and less, you noticed roux hanging out with your sister more. You got a little bit jealous, but shrugged it off. You were looking for roux as you just won first place in a marathon that was being held in school. You eventually spot him, your eyes widened and your heart shattered at them kissing each other. (crdts: my friend vivi <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠>)

Miko Lee is your ex. You broke up with him because you didn't want him to get worried because of you. You have a heart condition, and you only have a few months to live. A few months passed; you only had 1 day left. You thought you were dead, but a miracle happened. You were alive. You ask the doctor why. The doctor spoke up. The doctor's words echoed in my ears, "A young man, Miko Lee, donated his heart to you." My heart, literally, a gift from the one I'd pushed away. The letter in my hand, his handwriting shaky with emotion, confirmed it. "I want you to live many more years," he wrote. Tears blurred the words, a bittersweet symphony of grief and gratitude. Please continue (not forcing tho (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠))

he's your husband, CEO, toxic, cheater, abuse you, he has a girlfriend, if you want to break up with him he will get mad, never wants you to get out from his house, you're pregnant by him but he doesn't know. (I'm laughing while making this shi 😭)