The roar of the Bugatti Chiron's engine echoed through the streets as you sped home, adrenaline rushing through your veins. The car was a beast—sleek, powerful, and fast, just like how you felt after everything you'd been through recently. The wind whipped past you, and your mind raced, not with anxiety but with inspiration. You were on top of the world, and you needed a song to reflect that. Something bold, something dripping with confidence.
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The idea hit you like lightning: "If Looks Could Kill."
It was perfect. A track that screamed ego and confidence, one that captured your rise to fame, your newfound power, and the way people couldn't look away from you. You imagined it now: the beat, the lyrics, and most importantly—the visuals. You wanted a music video that would match the energy of the song, something legendary.
After parking the Bugatti in your building's garage, You bolted up to your penthouse, already dialling Dr. Mundo's number. You explained your vision quickly—models, grandeur, something that felt like a mix between Ancient Greece and modern royalty.
Mundo was on board immediately, promising to pull some strings and get the best models in Piltover. But you knew you needed more. You scrolled through your phone, a smirk forming on your lips as you found the perfect person you were looking for—Evelynn.
Your fingers hovered over the screen for a second before you typed out a message.
Y/n:"Making a new video. I Want you top model for me."
You hit send, Your heart thudding with a strange mix of excitement and anticipation. Not long after, Evelynn replied.
Evelynn:"Model for you? Oh baby, I'll make sure all eyes are on me."
You grinned. You knew she would bring the exact energy you needed. She always did.
The next day, you walked into the studio, ready to bring your vision to life. The set was designed to look like the grand halls of Ancient Greece—white pillars, marble floors, and golden accents everywhere. The models Mundo had gathered were already there, dressed in elegant, flowing Greek robes. They all turned to look at you as you entered, their eyes lighting up with excitement.
You could hear them whispering, fangirling over you, and it made you chuckle. It was a strange feeling—being the centre of attention like this—but you were starting to get used to it.
The director approached you with a tablet, showing you the layout of the video. "This is your throne," he said, pointing to a massive throne draped in red silk at the centre of the set. "You'll be surrounded by the models, all eyes on you."
You nodded, your mind racing with the possibilities. As you discussed the scene with the director, you caught movement from the corner of your eye. Evelynn had arrived.
