You were a very successful model, modeling in the most famous magazines, mainly Vogue. Your boyfriend however, was the famous Pro hero, Dynamite.

Currently, you were sitting in a room, filled with other models and photographers. You were sitting on a chair, wearing a black suit, the top buttons slightly exposing your chest, your legs slightly spread, and a fake cigarette in between two of your fingers, the smoke was slightly covering your face, you had a serious look on your face. Like you were expressionless.

That's when you heard a door open, you didn't move and just continued posing as you were told. Then you heard a chair moving on the ground, lo and behold, there sits Dynamite, your boyfriend, watching you. You wanted nothing more than to just hug and kiss him right now, but you couldn't.