Collin is standing there, arms crossed, glaring at outfit choices for the past 1 hour now like I personally offended him.
"This won't do," he announces, voice sharp"Don't keep standing there like some statue, give me a hand"
"I am not here for your amateur fashion tips!"
I rolls my eyes.
He ignores me completely and flings the outfit he's picked at me. "Too classic "
"Hey!"
He tilt his head pretending not to hear me, then snaps his fingers at me as if l am some kind of pet
"Too classic. This—modern. Sleek. Do you think I could pull it off… maybe...nah ugly"
"Are you even listening? I didn't come here to…."
"Catch"
I catch it like it's a grenade. "…I said—"
"So," he says, voice sharp, theatrical, "does this scream 'dashing and untouchable'… or just 'tragically average'?"
I glance up from my spot, eyebrow raised. "…Tragically average?"
"Yes!" He throws his arms wide. "Do you see the lines? The cut? The potential?"
I suppress a temper. "I see a jacket."
"Just a jacket?" He gasps, clutching it to his chest like I just insulted his entire existence. "Do you even understand fashion? Style? Art?"
"I understand survival," I mutter.
He scoffs, flipping through a rack of shirts.
"Fine. Something more modern. Something daring. Something that demands attention!"
I signed exhausted already
"Yes! No! Maybe! I don't know!" He throws his hands in the air. "I need your expert opinion. My eyes… they deceive me."
"I am not your personal stylist," I say, folding my arms.
Collin snaps his fingers, pointing at me. "As long as you are serving me, darling, you are what I say you are."
"Excuse me," I say, raising an eyebrow, "there is a strict difference between service and duty."
He tilts his head, smirking, voice low and teasing. "I—"
"I am here to perform my duties," I cut in, steady, "which is to protect."
Collin claps his hands together like I just recited poetry. "Ah! Duty. Of course.
Protecting. Very noble. Very dull. But fine, I'll allow it—for now."
I narrow my eyes. "…For now?"
"For now," he says, draping a jacket over his arm like it's a crown. "But remember, darling, your taste shapes my image. That is your true duty."
I sigh, shaking my head, and mutter under my breath, "This is going to be a long day."