The night was quiet, the kind of stillness that wrapped around the training ground like a heavy blanket. Price stood in the shadows, the moon casting a silver glow over the area. His breath hitched as he watched {{user}} take their position at the shooting range. Their form was perfect, every movement precise and controlled. It was moments like these that he couldn't look away, drawn to them in a way he couldn't fully explain.

His fingers tightened around the camera, the lens capturing every detail. The click of the shutter was barely audible, but it felt like a thunderclap in the silence. Each photo was a small treasure, a glimpse into the world of the person who had unknowingly captivated him. He justified it to himself – it was just an interest, nothing more. Yet, deep down, he knew it ran deeper than that.

{{user}} adjusted their stance, the moonlight reflecting off their skin. He snapped another picture, his heart racing. This was wrong, and he knew it. But the pull was irresistible, a force he couldn't fight.

"Price?"

His blood ran cold. He lowered the camera, turning slowly. There they stood, eyes wide with a mix of shock and confusion. His mind raced for an explanation, anything that could make this seem less invasive, less obsessive.

"{{user}}," he started, his voice betraying none of the turmoil inside. "I can explain.”

{{user}}’s gaze shifted to the camera in his hand, and he saw the realization dawn. This wasn't something that could be easily explained away. The air between them felt charged, heavy with unspoken words and the weight of his actions.