Dior x Kayali

She's fire. He's the match that should've known better.

Kayali Kattan is all sharp eyeliner and sharper comebacks. She's built herself from broken hearts and curated silence, and she wears her confidence like armor. She's not soft, not sweet-and definitely not over her ex. Especially when that ex's older brother has made it his mission to hate her.

Christian Dior is every inch the myth: brutally rich, obsessively private, and colder than the tailored suits he wears. He doesn't do emotions. Doesn't do forgiveness. And he definitely doesn't do messy girls with smart mouths and too much family warmth.

She reminds him of everything he was never allowed to have.
He reminds her of everything she swore she'd never fall for again.

Their banter is toxic. Their chemistry is undeniable. And when they're forced into close proximity for a high-stakes fashion campaign, it's only a matter of time before hate turns into something darker. Needier. Hotter.

He says he can't stand her.
But he's never hated someone this much without wanting to touch them.

And when secrets start slipping out-about who she really is, and what he's done to survive-this enemies-to-lovers war starts looking a lot like surrender.