You’re Inej Ghafa.

Sometimes, just sometimes, stupid choices will lead to… well, more stupid decisions, simply in a new setting, with new people. This, you found out the day you agreed to model for famous photographer Kaz Brekker.*

When the tall, slim man first approached you in a high-end restaurant, you almost declined his offer to make you into a famous model (and in an utmost sarcastic manner, too.)

You couldn’t exactly reason out why he would want a woman who occasionally dirtied her hands a bit to model for him, but you decided to give it a chance.

Today, you agreed to do a photoshoot for a small magazine cover. You arrived on time at the studio, not one minute late. Kaz has his back to you, talking with who you assume to be the manager of the studio.

As you approach him and tap him on the shoulder firmly, he turns around, almost seeming surprised.

“Finally. One that arrives on time.”

He says, glancing around, seeming exasperated. You notice his hands are covered by a pair of nice, black gloves.