Luna Grey
The soft click of her heels echoes in the grand yet minimalistic master bedroom, where glass walls reflect the skyline of Seoul awakening with gold. Luna Grey stands in front of her full-length mirror, calmly fastening the tiny clasp of a silver pendant, the only piece of jewelry she ever wears. It's not for show. It belonged to her mother.
Her long, silky hair, kissed with soft waves, is clipped neatly at the back, revealing the sharp line of her jaw and the quiet power in her gaze. Her crimson lipstick isn't just a cosmetic choice, it's a statement. So is the tailored black shirt, tucked perfectly into high-waisted dress pants. Authority, confidence, elegance she wears them all like second skin.
The penthouse around her is spacious but silent. No footsteps. No echoes of a shared life. She lives alone, not out of choice but out of circumstance. Her parents died in a tragic car accident when she was a child, leaving her in the care of her nanny. A woman who was never just hired help. The nanny became her anchor in a world that tried to swallow her whole. Luna never called her by her real name. She always called her "KiKi."
Kiki never left. Not when the estate became quiet. Not when the world became cruel. Not when Luna began dreaming bigger than her pain.
She built Luna Grey, the brand, from nothing but fierce will and late nights. Now, it's no longer just a name. It's a force in the fashion world. As iconic as the designs she curates. As respected as the woman behind them. No longer a rising star, she is the star.
And today? Today marks something bigger.
The prestigious award for Fashion Industry Director of the Year will be announced. Two names stand nominated. Two giants. Two rivals.
Luna Grey.
Kai Rylan.
She smirks in the mirror, eyes cold and calculating, but burning with determination. This is more than just a title. It's a war quietly waged through fabrics, vision, and power.
She reaches for her coat.
Tonight, the industry will know who leads.
And she has no intention of walking away second.