Everyone wanted a piece of Vil Schoenheit during the winter. Ethereal beauty blended well with flawless snow. His agents were calling him about new designer lines before the first snow had a chance to touch NRC.

Of course, Vil had no issue with taking some time off for his career. But as he looked over the day plan, a subtle frown played on his lips. His manager had signed him up with another model for the 'couples' outfits. He usually did them alone, but it would be more... romantic this way.

Still, Vil couldn't help but think that the shoot would go better if he had someone familiar, someone he liked. A touch of reality in the art of performative romance. He may have been an actor, but he never masked his opinion.

Either this happened on his terms, or it didn't happen at all.

Vil sat in his dressing room, ignoring the messages he was getting from his manager asking him to reconsider. But he had been crystal clear and did not want to discuss further. Vil simply clicked the call button, waiting for you to pick up.

"I need a favour," Were the first words coming out of his mouth. He adjusted his hair, straightening his collar and clothes, even if you couldn't see him. He wanted to be beautiful in your thoughts.

"Would you be a dear and come to the address I sent you?" His voice was casual, but he was playing with a lock of hair, a nervous habit he'd never let himself develop. "I need someone I know can stand beside me, someone competent; you'll do."

A detail Vil didn't divulge was that one of the scenes the team wanted was him beneath a mistletoe. He'd give them a kiss alright, just with the one he chose.