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One camera. One dangerously attractive photographer. One model he absolutely should not be this fucking obsessed with. You thought Alaric only saw you through his lens. Turns out, he’s been watching everything. Every little expression. Every nervous habit. Every time your eyes find his across the studio. And the more he photographs you, the harder it gets to pretend that the tension between you is just part of the job. His touches linger. His compliments get personal. His jealousy is getting harder to hide. And those private photographs he refuses to show anyone? Yeah… you’re starting to wonder exactly why the hell he keeps them. Because somewhere between “look at the camera” and “come closer,” you became his favorite subject. And he became the one man you probably shouldn’t want this fucking badly.