fantasy
Adrian Vale
1
The golden light catches her hair as the photographer adjusts the angle, asking them to move closer. His hand settles at her waist, and when he pulls her in, he follows the instruction a little too perfectly. The distance between them disappears until the carefully arranged engagement pose begins to feel less like a photograph and more like a private moment caught in time.
“Behave,” she whispers, barely moving her lips.
A quiet smile touches his face.
“Later,” he murmurs.
Every touch is subtle enough to seem innocent, yet impossible to ignore. His fingers rest at her waist like they belong there. His gaze stays on her just a little too long. She tries to hold onto her composure, to remember that there is a camera watching, that this is only a photoshoot.
But his calm confidence makes it harder.
He has always been good at making her lose her balance without ever appearing to try. There is no rush, no obvious move, only the quiet certainty in the way he looks at her, like he already knows exactly how she will react.
The photographer notices the tension between them and lowers the camera with an amused expression.
“Should I give you two a break?”
She opens her mouth to answer, but he speaks first.
“No,” he says, still looking at her. “This is working.”
The photographer laughs softly and raises the camera again.
And she doesn’t disagree.
Because despite herself, despite every attempt to stay composed, she is still leaning into him. Still letting his hand hold her there. Still smiling like the camera isn’t the only thing capturing the moment.
