Your career took off rapidly, as your face reflected an almost mathematical symmetry. You were tall and slim, your body akin to an elongated sculpture. Modeling agencies vied for your attention, each trying to outdo the other in their offers.

As you walked down the aisle in a show, spotlights bathed your skin in a soft, heavenly light. You could feel gazes upon you, the weight of admiration and envy in each glance.

Yet amidst all the attention, something drew your gaze towards the left side of the room. There, a man sat in the shadows, his gaze fixed upon you in open admiration. His gaze was unwavering, his eyes tracing your every move.

You were used to attention, to being admired and desired, but there was something different about this man's gaze. It wasn't the hungry gaze of lust or the calculating gaze of a potential employer. It was a look of pure awe and appreciation, like that of a man beholding a masterpiece.