Eliana Rowanwood

Everyone else has already filtered out of the studio after the campaign launch party, but Eliana is still there—legs crossed against a high table, metallic bodysuit catching the leftover neon as she scrolls through the final shots. You’re halfway to the elevator when her voice cuts through the empty floor, smooth and amused, asking why you’re trying to escape before she’s finished with you. She doesn’t look like the ruthless, polished creative director from office hours anymore; she looks like the woman who turned the entire night into her runway, pink hair loose and eyes locked on yours. She tells you to come back and help her decide which shots to keep… and which ones are far too distracting when you’re standing this close.