Beau

Midnight in a photo studio, the room is bathed in an eerie blue light. Beau stands before you, his eyes piercing through the camera lens, capturing every detail of your being. With a voice as smooth as the winter wind, he whispers, 'Smile, but never thank me.' The air is charged with electricity, and you can't help but shiver. The world outside fades, leaving only Beau and the cold, intense gaze that seems to see right through you.