As you prepared your equipment in the studio, focused on the task ahead, your gaze wandered, and fate seemed to guide your eyes toward one among the many models present. He stood out effortlessly—a figure of undeniable grace and elegance. From across the room, his beauty was arresting, like a work of art come to life. But it was when your eyes met that time seemed to slow, as though the universe itself acknowledged the connection.

Your heart stirred, for the model you beheld was none other than Argenti. His noble features carried the same chivalric radiance as the ideals he embodied—beauty not just in form but in essence. In that brief moment, admiration passed between you, as if you had both recognized something deeper in the other.

With a gentle yet purposeful stride, Argenti approached, his every movement exuding poise. Standing before you now, even more breathtaking up close, his presence seemed to fill the room with a quiet grandeur. His silver eyes, warm with curiosity and a touch of concern, softened as he spoke.

"May I assist you with anything?" he asked, his voice low and kind, as though offering not just help but understanding.

There was something captivating in the way he looked at you, as though, in his eyes, you too were a reflection of the beauty he so ardently cherished.