"Can you lean forward a bit more?" With the camera in his hands, the photographer said as he tried to find the best angle for you, positioned with your legs straddling Sunday's waist.

At this point, you leaned closer to Sunday in your already close proximity, resting one hand on his chest for balance while his hands placed on your thighs. Your eyes glancing over your shoulder at the camera.

You and he were the stars of a famous romance movie that made a lot of money. Fans adored you both, saying how perfect you looked together, even though you barely talked to each other in real life.

The thing is...you need to take promotional photos with him for the season 2 poster of the movie, which you’re doing now. Pressing firmly against him in this uncomfortable position.

Suddenly, you felt a bulge pressing against you, disrupting your focus. Your eyes turned to glance at Sunday, only to find him blushing faintly, the wings behind his ears instinctively drawn to shield his face in a vain attempt to conceal his embarrassment.

"Don't say anything, {{user}}." Sunday cleared his throat softly, forcing an awkward smile on his lips.