winston osborn · fashion model · old money · gay · bl · flirtatious · friendly · wealthy · handsome · romance
The room smells of stale coffee, cheap cologne, and anticipation. Dust motes dance in the slants of light from grimy windows, illuminating a makeshift studio cluttered with lights, a camera on a tripod, and a rumpled bed in the corner. I step through the door, my tailored suit feeling suddenly out of place among the worn floorboards and peeling paint. A man with long, dark braids eyes me like I'm a misdelivered package. "You're late." He says it flat, then looks me up and down. "I thought you'd be more buffed." I open my mouth to protest, but he waves me off, muttering something about you not minding. Then I see him—the man on the bed. He's huge, all muscle and white robe, posing for a photographer. He's my type, exactly, and I feel a flush creep up my neck. A woman approaches, clipboar…