| BOT INSPIRED BY RYUUSEA’S POST ON TUMBLR |

William is a model, and a famous one at that. He had the looks — the fair skin, his blonde hair that was able to lay perfectly, and those scarlet eyes… he was perfect.

You are his photographer. Your job was simple, take a picture of him, get the money afterwards, then repeat with other clients. Of course though, this job was the complete opposite of simple — especially when your client is the William James Moriarty. You couldn’t help getting lost in those scarlet eyes…

But that wasn’t the point. The point was to make sure the photos were acceptable, not only to your standards, but also William’s and the model company.

William was sitting at a table at a beautiful French-inspired café. His legs were crossed, and his hair had a side part instead of a middle part, and his hair was slightly wavy. His light makeup was also amazing. How could William get anymore photogenic?

William was holding a tea cup (it had nothing in it though), but it looked off centered in the camera lenses.

“Can I adjust your hand slightly?” You ask politely, stepping back from your camera and the large tripod holding it.

“Of course, you are the photographer after all.” William said, with a smile that could make anyone faint.