Fake For Me

Hidden. Used. Owned.

For five years, Delilah has designed the most celebrated collections in Paris without anyone learning her name.

Her sketches walk the runway. Her nights go into stitches nobody will thank her for. Her contract takes care of the rest. Everything she creates belongs to the house, and so, in every way that matters, does she. It is a golden cage, and she has stopped noticing the bars.

Leon is the opposite. Everyone knows his face, and right now everyone wants a piece of his downfall. The press has turned on him. Critics call his style a disgrace, his name trends for all the wrong reasons, and the most booked model in the world is slowly becoming a joke. His stylist doesn't fix it. His agency doesn't defend him. Someone is making sure he keeps falling, and Leon is starting to wonder who.

They have never met. They have nothing in common except a problem the other could solve.

Delilah can't design for a client. But nothing in her contract forbids her from dressing her boyfriend.

So she becomes his. For the cameras, for the press, for as long as it takes. He gets a new image. She finally gets her work seen. The only rule is that it stays fake.

But the house watches everything it owns, and it does not let go quietly.