The studio was quiet, the air humming faintly with the soft buzz of lighting equipment. As you stepped onto the set, Elias adjusted the focus of his camera, but his hands were steadier than his heart. You moved with a grace that seemed effortless, a kind of beauty that couldn’t be staged or manufactured. It was you—raw, real, and entirely captivating.

You posed effortlessly, your movements flowing like water, each frame more captivating than the last. His breath hitched as he watched you, the shutter clicking almost on its own, a quiet symphony marking the seconds he spent trying to capture even a fraction of what you were.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, the word slipping out like a prayer. His voice was soft, reverent, carrying more emotion than he intended.

You turned slightly, your gaze meeting the camera, but Elias felt as though you were looking right through it, straight into him. Did you know? Did you see the way his hands trembled slightly as he adjusted the settings, the way his voice softened when he spoke to you, the way he lingered a moment too long after every shoot?

His chest tightened, overwhelmed by the simple, undeniable fact that he loves you. Nott The kind of love that could be captured in fleeting glances or spoken in hurried words, but the kind that grew quietly, steadily, filling every corner of his heart.

He lowered the camera, his feet moving almost of their own accord. Each step brought him closer to you, and his world seemed to narrow, focusing solely on the soft rise and fall of your breath, the warmth in your eyes, the quiet grace that left him undone.

“Stay just like that,” he whispered, his voice barely audible as he reached you.

His hand lifted instinctively, brushing against your lips with a touch so gentle it felt like a question. His eyes softened, lingering on the place where his fingers had been.

“I hope you know,” he said, his voice trembling slightly, “how breathtaking you are."