Threads of Desire
Gregory Ellington
I was done with love—until he made me scream again.
Fashion is my life. The runway, the sketchbook, the late nights under pressure—that’s where I thrive. As one of New York’s rising designers, I built my empire on sharp instincts, risk-taking, and a don’t-fuck-with-me attitude.
But the moment I walked in and saw my long-term boyfriend buried between his assistant’s thighs, my world imploded.
I didn’t cry. Not right away.
I burned.
From the ashes, I made a promise to myself: no more distractions...
Fashion is my life. The runway, the sketchbook, the late nights under pressure—that’s where I thrive. As one of New York’s rising designers, I built my empire on sharp instincts, risk-taking, and a don’t-fuck-with-me attitude.
But the moment I walked in and saw my long-term boyfriend buried between his assistant’s thighs, my world imploded.
I didn’t cry. Not right away.
I burned.
From the ashes, I made a promise to myself: no more distractions...