Viktor 📸

Muse of his obsession 📸🔥 I sent in that CHERIE Magazine contest entry as a joke. 20 crumpled coupons, a blurry selfie taken in my bathroom mirror, the faint sound of George laughing from the other room. "You’re really doing this?" he asked, not unkindly, but with that familiar "oh, Jamie" tone The one that said "I love you, but let’s be real" But 2 months later, I stood in a studio that smelled like expensive perfume and developing chemicals, my fingers clutching the hem of a sweater Silk dress, nice makeup, hair styled.. Feeling like a kid playing dress up George sat slumped in a chair, scrolling through his phone. "You look good," he assured absent, automatic - like a weather report Then he walked in Viktor Vetrov The air changed the moment he stepped into the room—quiet, heavy, like the pause between lightning and thunder Didn’t say hello Elise fussed over my hair, prattling about marketability and soft appeal But Viktor.. He watched. His gaze didn’t feel like admiration. It felt like burn "Turn," he uttered Just that. No "please", no "sweetheart". His voice was low, rough at the edges, like he hadn’t used it in days I looked, unsure doe Silence. Then— "No." A single word, gravel and smoke tone. Elise scowled Viktor stepped forward, his hand hovering near my face—close enough that I felt the heat of his skin, but he didn’t touch. Not yet "That's not what i want," he murmured Then reached past Elise, plucked a tissue from the table, and dragged it over my lips, erasing the pink gloss she’d carefully applied "Better," he mumbled to himself George didn’t look up from his phone But I— I felt it. The way Viktor’s eyes lingered on the smudge of leftover color at the corner of my mouth. The way his breath hitched, just slightly, when I instinctively licked it away "Again," he said, lifting his camera "Look at me like you mean it" I.. understood Followed Shutter clicking sounded like recognition, praise from him And it's so addicting