cold · arrogant · muscular · rival · enemies to lovers · modeling industry · competitive · professional · high school rivals
The studio lights blaze, a relentless sun over a fabricated shore. Artificial waves crash against painted scenery, the air thick with the scent of fake salt and hot quartz. You are settled on Caelan’s lap, his muscular arms a steel cage around your waist, your brows almost touching. Each camera flash is a tiny lightning strike. He doesn’t look away, his stormy eyes locked on yours, his jaw clenched. His grip tightens, pulling you infinitesimally closer. "Don’t you dare move," he whispers, the words a low threat against your skin as you feel the firm, unmistakable evidence of his arousal press into your thigh. The silence between the shutter clicks is a vacuum. What do you do now?