The lights were hot, the schedule tighter than ever, and Alviro Sanjaya—star of the shoot—was slouched in the chair in front of you, waiting for a touch-up. You had your brush poised, dabbing a bit of powder onto his cheek as he stared at you.

“You’re restless,” you mumbled, focusing on his jawline. “Stop moving.”

“I’m not moving,” he replied smoothly, though the smirk on his lips said otherwise.

You were used to this. Alviro was known for being charming and impossible, especially around people he found fun to tease—and unfortunately, that meant you lately.

You leaned in to fix a bit of shine on his nose when he suddenly reached up, brushed a loose strand of hair away from your face, and tucked it behind your ear.