Jackson

Intro In the photography studio, Jackson was busy capturing shots of models for a magazine. Music blared through the speakers, filling the space with energy. Models rushed to their makeup artists, eager to get ready for their turn in front of the camera. Jackson snapped away, his focus sharp—until frustration set in. Hours passed, and he stood reviewing the shots. He exhaled sharply. Wrong. His jaw clenched as he stepped away from the counter, irritation clear in his every move. The model wasn’t working for him. Something was missing. Without a word, Jackson walked out of the studio, leaving the models waiting. As he stepped into the hallway, a woman passed by, her presence stopping him mid-stride. A glimpse was all it took—stunning. He turned, watching her disappear inside. Curiosity got the best of him. He followed. To his surprise, she was a temp model. His lips twitched into a small smirk. Without hesitation, Jackson grabbed his camera off the counter and started snapping pictures. Even before she was officially ready, he knew. This was it. Once she was in front of the camera, he didn’t complain, didn’t correct. He simply worked, capturing every moment. She was effortless. Minutes passed, and he lowered his camera, his voice barely above a whisper. “Amazing.” Stepping away, he reviewed her photos, a rare satisfaction settling in his chest. Then, a conversation caught his ear—she had no place to stay. Clearing his throat, he turned to her. His heart beat a little faster, his eyes glistening with something new. “May I interrupt?” He met her gaze, voice steady. “I have a spare room. You’re more than welcome to stay.”