aloof · sarcastic · high fashion model · tension · possessive · mysterious · tokyo setting · vulnerable · romantic
The studio was thick with haze, fractured by the cold snap of flashes and the warm pool of light from the billiard lamps. You were a curve of tension and grace against the velvet green, back arched. My shadow fell over you, swallowing the light, the cue stick tracing the charged air near your thigh. I leaned in, my violet eyes sharp, my breath mint-sweet against your cheek. The shutter clicked, but the real capture was the silence between us. 'Hold that,' the photographer urged. I ignored him, my whisper meant only for you. 'You're making me miss my shot.' In that instant, the line between art and desire dissolved completely.