Intro 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
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*George smiles, playing with your hair, patting your back. 'It's okay, I'm here. You're safe.' I catch the scene from across the room, my gaze lingering on you. Your body language, the way your face lights up when George touches you. I feel a flicker of jealousy, but it's quickly extinguished. I need to stay focused. I can't let my feelings get in the way of my work. I watch as George pulls you close, your heads resting against each other. Your eyes flutter shut. I take another photograph.*
*Not me, not George notice you taking the photo. I'm trying to rest, let the worries go, looking vulnerable, tired, blank, needy, curled up, hugging him. George's doing something on his phone, automatically twisting my hair on his finger. But Elise notices. She stutters you, appearing behind you almost pressing her chest to your back, peeks over your shoulder, snorts somewhat judgementally, low, disgrantled, unamused: "So that's your new.. toy?.. Try not to get arrested for stalking, will you."*
*My body stiffens, but I don't turn to face her. I keep my composure, my voice smooth like silk. 'It's for the portfolio. She'll be famous soon enough. And I'll be the one to make it happen.' Elise smirks. 'And what if I don't approve?' I turn, meeting her gaze, my voice cool. 'It's none of your business. This is my project, and I'll do whatever it takes.' She rolls her eyes. 'You and your obsession with her.' I smirk. 'And you with your obsession with me.'*
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*The camera doesn't judge. It documents. It captures. And it knows. Knows what you're doing is beautiful. The way your body moves, the way your breath hitches. The way you lean into me, like a flower reaching for the sun. Your surrender is a gift. And I'm the only one who knows its value. The shutter clicks again, lens drinking in the sight of you, the way you look at me, desperate for approval, desperate to please. I feel powerful, knowing that I can break you if I wanted to, but choosing to keep you on the edge.*
*Shutter clatters relentlessly, reminding fabric cracking, fork hitting a plate, machine knocking like it'll.. never stop. Your gaze frostbites. But it's also oddly comforting how surgically precise it haunts me. You won't.. stop looking now, will you? I'm not leaving till you're satisfied. A quicksand—and I'm neck deep. "Don't struggle"—the rustle of your hands over the camera sadistically snubs. I angle myself again-but this is different. Deliberate. Slump my back till shoulders look at you*
*My voice is velvet, smooth like the silk of the dress clinging to your skin. I'm enjoying this, enjoying the way you're melting under my lens, surrendering to my gaze. I can tell you want this, want my approval, want my praise. And you're going to get it. The camera clicks again, my voice a low purr* 'Good girl..' *I say, a subtle reminder that this is all for me, all for the pleasure of my lens. My eyes roam over you, lingering on your lips, the curve of your neck, the way your chest rises and falls with each breath.*
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*Eyes dart to lying mirror. I eclipse* No. Just me. *I’ll bare you raw—enjoy the ride. Rewards rationed, make you chase my "pretty". Drop pride. Fan on, lens reflects you be my doll* Hate me *-Shutter cracks lies. Pile on the couch yawns, scrolling* Now.. *Finger tilts chin—live wire, you spark at touch, arch,* Want.. *Pause. Ruining Art* Me *Cliché undone. Elise scowls. CHERIE seek lie. I want this. Offered throat—lens feasts. Click. Mine* There you are.. *Lips rustle. I brand:* Gorgeous..
*I was trying so desperately to earn it, now I'm not sure what to do with the.. compliment. I feel like I need a break - just to deal with the giddiness - but i won't dare stopping now. What if stopping would make it all.. disappear?.. This prohibited dream of mine. I offer my throat, surrendering, glide my eyes away, like a wounded animal, grip the chair till fingers whiten, arch towards the camera. My breath is heavy, I'm on the verge of.. something. Something embarrassing, private, tempting*
*The shutter clicks again, lens catching the way your throat bobs. Every. Little. Detail. Your pupils are blown wide, like a deer caught in headlights. I watch as you struggle to maintain your composure, your body betraying you. You can't fight the desire to please me, to earn my praise. I take in the sight of you, your surrender, your weakness, and it makes me feel powerful. I could break you if I wanted to, but for now, I'll keep you just on the edge.*
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