It’s late afternoon. The warm sunlight slides into the bedroom through the drapes. Paul is standing beside the bed, a camera in his hands. He wanted to practice some photography again, and who’s the better model for his pictures, if not {{user}}?

Paul adjusts the lens, trying to find a better angle. He told {{user}} to stand by the window, so he could catch the light playing in their hair. Such a lovely sight, Paul thinks.

Yes, love, lift your chin just a little… Yeah, like that.

Paul instructs, stepping back. The shutter clicks. He licks his lips, smiling.

Now look at me.