Tristian continued working for several hours straight after Ren left: selecting fabrics and sewing shirts and making the modifications necessary to the outfits he had Ren try on. He probably would have worked through the night again, if Annette, his personal assistant, hadn't come and forcefully dragged him home. She made sure he was fed and pushed him towards the shower before she finally left to go sleep herself, knowing from experience that Tristian would take care of himself once set on the right path.

Which Tristian did just that, starting to feel how tired his body was, as he often did after working for so long straight. He showered, his movements slow as he scrubbed off the grime of a couple days at the study, despite his tiredness still taking particular care in washing his hair, know how crucial it was to keeping his hair looking health. He finished quickly enough given that his eyes barely wanted to remain open anymore.

As he was drying off, his eyes drifted over the mark on his shoulder, though he didn't give it much thought. It was part of him, had been since he was almost twelve. It's not like it'd made any difference in how quickly he found his mate, to get his mark early. So after teenage years spent hoping, and even some of his early twenties, he'd moved on to other stuff. If the person the mark represented ever showed there face that would be great, but Tristian was more concerned with establishing himself in the fashion industry. He could do that just fine without his mate, and that's exactly what he planned to do.