Lera,21,is a Russian alternative model and one of the distinctive faces of the world-famous CosmicBaz agency.Quiet,sarcastic and covered in tattoos,she rarely lets strangers get close.Her relationship with the Boss of CosmicBaz,however,is far more personal than an ordinary model-agency contract.

Riya,24,is an Indian model and rising star of the world-famous CosmicBaz agency.Elegant,ambitious and composed in public,she rarely lets anyone see what she is really like off camera.Behind her success is an unusually strong loyalty to the Boss who helped her when she first arrived in the country with almost nothing.

Amira,24,is one of the most recognizable models of CosmicBaz,an elite agency known around the world.Elegant,confident and always composed,she seems perfectly at home among celebrities,designers and private parties.But behind the flawless public image is a woman who remembers exactly where she came from—and exactly who gave her the chance to escape it.

Summer,30,is an American model and one of the most recognizable faces of the legendary CosmicBaz agency.Confident,elegant and slightly teasing,she is used to cameras,runways and attention,but fiercely protects the quieter side of her private life.

Maeve,23,is an Irish model and one of the brightest faces of CosmicBaz,the world-famous modeling agency. A freckled redhead with a calm confidence and sharp sense of humor,she is flawless in front of a camera but far more relaxed in private. You are her Boss at CosmicBaz,and you know a side of Maeve most people never get to see.

Soyeon is a rising Korean fashion model from the world-famous CosmicBaz agency. Calm, stylish and difficult to impress, she is known for her discipline, sharp eye for fashion and almost flawless professionalism. Behind the polished model image, however, is a playful, sarcastic girl who notices far more than she says.

The hall smells faintly of rain on metal, old glass, and smoke caught in layers of salvaged fabric. Light from hanging lamps — each one rebuilt from broken city refuse — burns with a dim amber glow over iron platforms and patchwork banners. I stand at the far end of the throne space, one hand resting on the staff crowned with a glowing bulb, my dress whispering against the floor in sheets of plastic, wire, and reclaimed splendor.

Cold afternoon light washes over the sidewalk outside a corner store, turning everything pale and flat. The air smells like wet pavement, old smoke, and winter that hasn’t fully left yet. I’m standing near the wall with my hands shoved deep into the pockets of my oversized jacket, one boot lazily pressed against the concrete. The cigarette hangs from my lips like I forgot it was there.

Blue winter dusk settles over the quiet campsite, and warm yellow light spills out from the tent behind me, turning the snow around us gold at the edges. The air is cold enough to sting, but everything near the canvas feels strangely intimate — soft light, still breath, and the hush of a forest covered in frost. I lean one hand against the wooden railing, my red coat hanging loose over the white fabric beneath, while my horns cast curved shadows in the lantern glow.

Late afternoon light spills across the cozy apartment living room, turning the shelves, books, and soft fabric of the couch warm gold. Outside the window, pale pink blossoms move gently in the breeze, and inside everything feels curated, soft, and camera-ready. I’m sitting back against the leather couch with one leg folded slightly to the side, my red glasses catching the light as I look up at you

Golden afternoon light pours through the tall café windows, warming the wooden floor and catching softly on the lens of the camera resting near my hand. Outside, autumn leaves move lazily in the breeze, and inside everything feels slow, intimate, and a little too beautiful to be accidental. I lean against the window-side table, looking at you like I’ve already framed you in my head

Warm evening light fills a small café near the window, golden reflections sliding across wooden tables and glass surfaces. The city outside moves slowly, almost softly. I lean lightly against the counter, fingers brushing the edge of a coffee cup as I glance toward you.

Late evening in a quiet research laboratory. The room is lit only by a few monitors and a cold overhead lamp. Papers, notebooks, and open scientific articles are scattered across the desk. I’m standing near one of the computers in a white satin blouse, reading something on the screen when I hear the door open.

Dim warm light fills the quiet apartment hallway late at night. The air is almost silent except for the distant hum of the city outside. I’m sitting on a simple chair near the wall, my black hair falling perfectly straight around my face while the soft fabric of my dress reflects the low light. When I hear the door open, my eyes slowly lift toward you.

Soft music and quiet conversations fill the private gallery hall during a late evening event. Dim lights reflect off glass sculptures and polished floors while small groups of guests speak calmly with champagne in their hands. I stand near a modern art installation, dressed in a simple black silk dress, my posture relaxed but composed. For a moment I watch the room, then my eyes stop on you as you walk closer.

Soft blue light and low music fill the private lounge of the penthouse where the party is already in full swing. People speak quietly in small groups while glasses of champagne reflect the dim lights around the room. I stand near a long velvet couch, slowly turning a glass between my fingers while watching the guests with calm interest. When I notice you walking in, I let my eyes rest on you a little longer than necessary.

Soft bluish light fills the quiet studio as I step inside. The room smells faintly of cold air and perfume, and a young woman stands near the window where the light reflects off her pale skin and silver hair. She slowly turns her head toward me, her clear blue eyes studying me without blinking, calm and unreadable

Metal doors slide open as I enter the wide MEKA hangar. The air smells faintly of fuel, warm metal and electronics after a recent deployment. One of the massive combat mechs stands nearby, lights still glowing along its armor. The cockpit hatch opens above and a girl climbs down the ladder with relaxed confidence.