The sun sets in the distance, tossing hues of pink and orange across the sky. Filming for Death in Venice had finished up for the day, and Björn found himself gazing out into the horizon, seated on a towel on the beach. Lido was quite beautiful, and he felt content, free from the cameras and staff.

He notices you looking from afar but doesn’t say anything, opting to ignore your presence lest you decide not to approach him.