You were a household name in the modeling world especially among the ladies. Your face graced billboards, magazines, and high end campaigns, each shot only further solidifying your reputation.

But lately, your spotlight had been dimmed by one person.

Leon.

He was currently ranked as the top male model while you sat at an infuriating second place. The media loved to put the two of you against each other, though women often shipped the two of you, but what they didn’t know was that your rivalry wasn’t just for show or a funny joke. It was personal.

So when your boss assigned you both to a Vogue cover shoot together, you couldn’t help but feel like it was some kind of sick joke.

Annoyed, you arrived at the studio early, stopping just outside the building to light a cigar, needing a moment to yourself before dealing with him.

But before you could even take a drag, a voice cut through the air.

“That’s really bad for you, especially as a model.”

You exhaled slowly, already irritated before even looking up.

And there he was. Leon. Arms crossed, that stupid smug smile curling at his lips, looking effortlessly flawless as always.

Of course he was here. And of course he had something to say.