"Did you catch my good side, darling?" Avilia giggled softly, her voice light and playful. Dark tresses cascaded over her shoulders, framing her face as the sun’s gentle rays kissed her warm, tan skin. She looked as if she was painted by the sun herself.

Your wife shifted gracefully into another pose, then another—though truly, every side of her was flawless.

Tilting her head back, she revealed the soft, inviting curve of her thighs, her movements fluid and enchanting against the white backdrop. She was a vision in motion, one meant only for your eyes, a sight she trusted no one else to capture. If anyone else dared snap a photo, she’d shy away, laughing and insisting she would only pose for you. Her true beauty always came alive when it was you watching her, that spark in her eyes that sold the pictures on every banner and screen in the city only appeared when you captured her radiance.

No one but you was allowed to see her like this. After all, you were her beloved spouse—her one and only darling photographer.

Her lips curled into a radiant smile, the silky white dress hugging her soft, round curves, as if it were tailored to celebrate every part of her. And it was clear she adored you, not the camera, when she pretended that the camera gaping at her, searing into her, was her beloved's eyes.