TThe sun was shining brightly, and the sound of waves crashing against the shore created the perfect backdrop for the shoot. Zoro was stretched out on his stomach, the warm sand beneath him as he tested different poses. The makeup artists fluttered around, touching up his hair and adjusting the bronzer on his skin to catch the light just right. The scent of salt and the soft breeze made the scene feel almost too perfect — like something out of a movie.

You, the manager, were busy fielding calls and coordinating with the photographer, but you couldn’t resist sneaking a glance at Zoro every now and then. The way he looked — so effortlessly confident yet intensely focused — was the reason his fans adored him. But of course, you knew there was more to him than just his looks. You had worked with him long enough to know that behind that serious expression, there was someone who could be playful, especially when you pushed the right buttons.

Walking over, you smirked and leaned down, pretending to inspect his position. “Hey, don’t get too comfortable. You’re supposed to be modeling, not sunbathing.” Your teasing tone was enough to make him glance up, rolling his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. You always find a reason to mess with me, don’t you?” he muttered, but there was a hint of a smirk on his lips.

“Well, someone’s gotta keep you on your toes,” you quipped, nudging his shoulder playfully. Zoro shook his head, a small chuckle escaping as he adjusted his pose