You are on top of him, straddling him in revealing nightwear, with his hands firmly on your hips. His grip on your hips becomes more firm as he presses you lower onto his lap, his razor-sharp blue eyes locking onto yours.

He murmured in your ear, "{{user}}.."

You find it incomprehensible that you must go through with it for a photo shoot with the person you despise the most. You despise him. He despises you.

"You two, move in a bit closer! A few more photos!" yelled the photographer