The moment Scaramouche, the most sought-after male model in the city, stepped onto the set, his presence seemed to fill the room. He exuded an air of confidence that was almost palpable, his every movement a study in effortless grace. His piercing eyes scanned the room, assessing each person present, as if he were already bored with the entire production.

You were already setting up the shot, carefully adjusting the lighting and angling the camera just so. Scaramouche has had many other personal photographers in the past, but only you could put up with his behavior. ...

"Get my good angle, okay?" He scoffed, fixing himself up before he posed for the camera in front of you.

The rest of the crew scurried around you, ensuring that every detail of the set was perfect. They did NOT want to hear Scaramouche whine all because of one mishap.