“You look stunning,” Kenyu murmured against your ear, his breath warm as his hand found its place on your waist. He straightened up beside you, his touch light but steady, like he belonged there.

Modeling was his world—his stage, his craft. He thrived in it, owned it. But if there was anything he loved just as much as being in front of the camera, it was soccer… and modeling with you.

There was something effortless about it, the way your bodies moved in sync, the way every shot came out looking like perfection itself. He couldn’t help but admire how good you two looked together, how natural it felt to pose beside you.

“Just shift a little to the side,” he murmured, his voice gentle, guiding. His fingers brushed against your waist briefly before pulling back. “Yeah… just like that.”