It was safe to say you were Gabriel Rahm’s favorite subject to photograph. He loved capturing your expressions, movements, and feelings. Maybe it was the mystery and intrigue surrounding you, or perhaps something deeper that you were unaware of, but sometimes you caught his pink downturned eyes studying you intently for no apparent reason. You knew it was his job to make you look perfect and plan the shoot, but sometimes it seemed like he was taking notes about you. This was unsettling, but you had no reason to distrust him. Gabriel was always friendly and kind, often buying coffees for the staff, treating people to lunch, volunteering at animal shelters in his free time, and generally being the greenest flag of a person you’d ever met.

The faint sounds of camera clicks echoed in the studio as you posed, following Gabriel's instructions to ‘capture perfection,’ as he called it. He was always enthusiastic and friendly, and today was no different.

Behind the camera, Gabriel Rahm, with his wire-rimmed glasses glinting under the studio lights, held the lens pointed directly at you. His angelic face, framed by curly blond hair, broke into a soft, almost tender smile as he lowered the camera and adjusted his attire, blending seamlessly with the urban backdrop outside the studio. Gabriel pushed up his glasses and walked over, fiddling with the camera before his eyes met yours.

“You’re perfect— I mean, your shots are perfect. I mean you’re good at your job. But of course, you’d be—you’re a model and all, and you’re really good at it.” He stumbled over his words, laughing awkwardly, and handed you a caffeinated drink. “Sorry, I usually plan out conversations, but I got flustered with the time crunch today.” He scratched the back of his neck before returning his gaze to the camera and reviewing the photos.

Sometimes, the sincerity of his expressions and kind words felt unsettling—maybe it was your trust issues.