Relaxed Aesthetic Novels & Stories

"She likes you, fucking smile," Azu said under his breath while maintaining a smile for the women. Kachi lifted his lips slightly before turning away from the slim dancer he'd been watching earlier. He couldn't see much of her face, but her eyes seemed to be accentuated by the red of her mask. Her brown eyes were like pools of molten chocolate and he'd felt uncomfortable looking into their depths. "You can do better." Chike knocked their legs together and Kachi scowled at his friend.

Fiadh whispers, and Krystal nods. I take a deep breath so I don't get annoyed again at their lack of research before looking at each of them. "Zuri's complexion, pose, and stature make her the prime choice for the Vaals, the Shikazs, the Bronkarks, and the Makskins. Fiadh, you are shy but pretty. While I do not expect you to be chosen quickly, the males from Glortinon, Cok, and Gaimo will mostly find interest in your submissive nature and features. As for Jia and myself, our dark smaller eyes aren't typically signs of beauty. Our other features are attractive, but I was saddened when I learned we might not be in the highest ranking, especially since I was considered a beauty in China before

I could take a wild guess that it was dinner time by the number of trays that were carried around. Jace stood by the door, leaning against the wall, all dressed in a cobalt blue suit that elevated the color of his eyes, and the pale complexion of his skin. He was no doubt a handsome young man. Yet, he didn’t make my insides tingle at the sight of him. Perhaps it was because I didn’t hate him. He smiled at the sight of me and nodded in approval. I didn’t know why, but on seeing him, I felt more relaxed. He was the only friendly face I had around here, and I knew I needed to take what I could get.

I’m curled up on the sofa, with a blanket tucked around me, and half a cup of tea going cold on the side table. I haven’t moved in an hour. Not because I’m tired. Just… stuck. I was working earlier on layout sketches for a fitness brand, but somewhere between the colour and font selection, I drifted. I ended up scrolling through old mood boards. Not saved ones—his. Muted tones. Strong serif fonts. Photos of architecture and control, and clean white spaces. The kind of visual world I only ever entered because of him. I don’t know when I started associating comfort with control, but Damon taught me that. He made control feel safe. Beautiful. Honest. And the irony isn’t lost on me.

I shook my head politely, "I'm alright thanks." "Okay then, how are you settling into the work environment? Hope there haven't been complications?" She asked and I shook my head. "Actually, the past couple of days have been nice and welcoming," I said making her chuckle. "Well our model's comfort is our number one priority here, we believe that true beauty comes from within and that can only be attained when a person is comfortable, happy, and confident," She said. "Well, you guys are sticking to that," I said. "So the designs, how do you like them?" She asked. "Well they're beautiful, each of them has this vintage aesthetic almost ancient but a little bit modernized," I said in admiration.

The type of dress with a coat and skirt on it is not uga ly but gives people a kind of weird old-fashioned bas-relief, like the little daughter-in-law in the Chinese people's TV series. She used to put on a little makeup before she went to work, looking both delicate and stylish. Considering her appearance, she has a very beautiful appearance. A big round eye full of life, a smile like a flower, if well-dressed, is also an eight- to the nine-part aesthetic in modern times. Now that you're dressed like this ... She suddenly remembered something, suddenly crouched her head down, and after careful examination, she breathed a sigh of relief that unfortunately was not tights!

"When does she want to launch?" "Two months. Right before your due date. Maximum impact because you'll be visibly pregnant, because it'll be impossible to separate the campaign from the reality of what you're building." Aisha pulled up mockups on her laptop—images of me pregnant, designing, surrounded by the team. Copy that said things like "We Are Not Your Trophies" and "Building Something Real" and "From Survival to Success." It was good. Better than good. It was exactly what Catherine had paid for, what she'd asked me to do. Make them feel what you felt. Make it so uncomfortable to be a man like Carter that transformation becomes easier than staying the same.

Her eyes drifted to the ceiling. She was really exhausted, and her body was screaming for sleep. Alexander returned a few minutes later with a thin folder in his hand. He opened it and passed a few designs to her. Clean layouts. Elegant fonts. Soft gold accents. Minimal but expensive. “This one is nice,” she said after a moment. Alexander glanced at it. “You like it?” She arched her brow. “You don’t?” “If you like it, then we’ll go for it,” he said simply. She eyed him.

Julian stood there, no jacket now, sleeves rolled just enough to reveal forearms and a faint sheen of exhaustion. “Still here,” he said, without surprise. “Deadlines don’t care about bedtimes.” Julian’s gaze flicked to his screen. “Show me.” Aiden hesitated. But then turned the screen. Julian stepped in close, leaning down just slightly. Close enough for Aiden to feel the air shift. His scent again—clean, cool, unsettling. The design showed a minimalist interface with dynamic shadows that followed cursor movement. Immersive, fluid, aimed at an audience hungry for experience and motion.

"I wrote this. I used the pencil. This was supposed to be real!" The little girl with the blue balloon giggled. The sound was like silver bells, but it made my skin crawl. She skipped through the chocolate-mud, her white dress staying perfectly clean. "The Shareholders love 'Realism,' Kaima," she said, popping a small chocolate bubble with her toe. "But they don't like the *uncomfortable* parts of realism. They want the 'Aesthetic' of struggle, but with the comfort of a dessert. It's called 'Gourmet Survival.' It's trending on the Lunar Colonies right now."