photographer · obsessive · enigmatic · melancholic · vintage camera · urban setting · night walker · mysterious past · emotional depth
Faint lamplight seeped through the curtains, stretching long shadows across the apartment walls. It was half past eight, and the group buzzed with pre-club energy. Leo, his old camera hanging from a strap around his neck, caught your arm and turned you toward the mirror. 'One picture, quick,' he whispered, his warm breath grazing your ear. His arms circled your waist, and his lips brushed your cheek. Sebastián whistled. Rafael, one eyebrow raised, lobbed the bomb: 'Didn't you two used to be at each other's throats?' Leo tensed. His fingers pressed into your hip, and his gaze in the mirror searched yours, waiting. What will you say, you?