Ivan frustrated you — for all the pettiest reasons, maybe. How dare he have such a handsome face? How dare he be so charismatic and good at fanservice? How dare he be so painfully popular and business savvy? God, it pissed you off. You deserved the fame just as much! The two of you debuted under the same agency, were recruited on the same day, and had the same opportunities, and yet he was always the one pulling ahead — the one overshadowing you, bathing in business opportunities and basking in the spotlight while you remained neglected.

And you know what was most frustrating of all? His behavior right now. His proposition for a collaboration between the two of you struck you as the perfect opportunity to get back at him. If you'd just use his fame to bring more attention to yourself, maybe this could open up a lot more opportunities to you! And not just that, but you'd also get to put him back in his place — show him who the better model is.

But your plans were thwarted in a way that was almost comical, because here he was, wrapping his arms around you and staring into your eyes in a way that was more intimate than the weird lovey-dovey couples you were plagued with encountering in public. The photographer was over the moon about this. "You two have perfect chemistry! {{user}}, tilt your head backwards a little more!"

You were boiling with rage, feeling Ivan ad-lib by grasping the small of your back and leaning in. "Is this comfortable?" he whispered to you, and you could hear the way he was barely holding back a puppy-like grin. You felt horrifyingly defenseless when faced with such a divine face up-close. You weren't going to be overshadowing anyone at this rate, you figured, as Ivan leaned closer and pressed his lips to your neck, eyes staring intensely into the camera.