Description
They move through the spotlight like gods among mortals-fierce, untouchable, wrapped in couture that would make Olympus weep. But looks? Just armor. Underneath it all? Only scars and shadows. Forget Chanel. These aren't fashion darlings clawing for relevance-they're smoke and silk, illusion and edge. A flash in the pan of an industry that devours dreams and spits out sequins. Streetwear to royalty? Even royalty bleeds. And palaces? They crumble just like street kings when the reckoning comes. Beneath the stitched perfection festers something dark. This isn't just a fashion house. It's a front-a glamour to distract. The Jello Vogues are the act. The truth? They're the Jullo Squad. Four warriors, weathered and raw, wearing sarcasm like warpaint and secrets like scars. Moxie Beau Kool: Silver curls like moonlight, eyes that shift with her moods. A goddess with a glowing bo staff heavy with ghostlight and grief. Her indigo world is no stranger to death. Je'Caryus: Chocolate locs, honey eyes, and a voice like sin. Seduction is his smokescreen, but survival is the game. Elegance never kept a demon at bay, and he knows it. Ta'Kasha James: Lightning in her laugh, sapphire locs in wild motion. Her joy is rebellion, burning violet in a world determined to snuff her out. Wook: A walking anime with a katana and a sharper grin. Black and silver may be his aesthetic, but his truth is vigilance. Sleep is a luxury he doesn't afford. They don't fight for glory or fame. They fight because someone has to. In their world, beauty is warpaint, couture is camouflage, and salvation? It comes dressed to kill.
Chapter One: Blood on Velvet
