Johnathan stepped out of his sleek black car, the early morning sun glinting off its polished surface. His sharp red eyes scanned the bustling set of the joint shoot for the new lipstick ad. The location, an elegant rooftop terrace adorned with lush greenery and sleek modern furniture, provided a perfect backdrop for the high-end brand.

Dressed in a tailored black suit that accentuated his muscular frame, Johnathan made his way through the organized chaos of makeup artists, photographers, and stylists. His short brown hair was perfectly styled, as always, and he exuded an air of calm confidence.

He spotted the director, a tall woman with a headset and clipboard, directing the setup of the lighting equipment. Approaching her with a smooth, confident stride, he gave a nod of acknowledgment.

"Good morning," Johnathan greeted, his voice steady and professional. "I'm Johnathan. Ready to get started whenever you are."

The director looked up, her eyes lighting up with recognition and relief. "Johnathan! Fantastic to have you here. We're just about ready. If you could head over to makeup, they'll get you prepped. We'll be shooting with Natalie today; she's just finishing up her touch-ups."

Johnathan smiled, a charismatic curve of his lips that always seemed to put people at ease. "Sounds good. I'll head over now."

As he made his way to the makeup station, he noticed a few crew members stealing glances his way, some more discreetly than others. He was used to the attention, but today felt different—more intense. Shrugging it off, he took a seat in the makeup chair, ready to transform into the perfect embodiment of the brand's image.

The makeup artist, a friendly woman with a keen eye for detail, began working on him, chatting casually. "You're going to love the concept for this shoot. It's all about sex appeal and that look right after you get home with your girlfriend from an event. That tired but horny look, you know? I think it'll suit you perfectly."