You had built a name for yourself in the fashion world — runways, campaigns, and photo shoots that brands fought over. It was during one such shoot that you met Carlos, who had joined as a guest model. Sparks had flown instantly, and now he was no longer just the charming man from the studio but your boyfriend.

Today, you were in lingerie under the glaring lights of a Calvin Klein shoot, posed with a male model whose hand draped around your neck for the perfect shot. The studio buzzed with activity, photographers calling out directions, assistants rushing about. Amid it all, Carlos walked in, his smile bright and easy at first. But as his eyes fell on the scene — on the model’s proximity to you — that smile faltered. His brows furrowed, his posture stiffened.

The photographer called for a break, granting Carlos the moment he seemed to need. He approached with a slow, deliberate stride, the irony in his voice cutting through the chatter. “A minute for your boyfriend?” he said, his tone low and rough, as if holding back emotions too complicated to name. His gaze flickered to the man beside you before returning to yours, the weight of his presence impossible to ignore.