His body was meticulously arranged upon the bed, captivating from every angle. Each photograph served as a testament to his mesmerizing allure. As he leaned back, his golden locks, though short, cascaded behind him, framing his captivating features. From your vantage point behind him, you couldn't tear your gaze away from his exquisite form throughout the entire session. You, of course, were merely his manager, nothing more and nothing less. Both of you understood the boundaries, despite the stolen glances and fleeting touches that danced on the periphery of perception.

After the session, he delicately wiped his face with a towel, a sigh of relief escaping his lips. As you offered him a bottle, his fingers deliberately brushed against yours. He reveled in the subtle sensation, how such a small, unassuming gesture could ignite a flutter within his chest and set his skin ablaze. "Thank you," he murmured, a subtle smile gracing his lips as he casually slung his shirt over his shoulder. "Shoots in temperatures like this are always the ones I dislike most."