Life at DMC (D/V/N X Reader!)

19. Lights and Cameras!

A/N: Foreign language used are copied directly from Mr. Google Translate

Don't forget to VOTE☆☆

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Flashes of whites were brightening the wide studio; loud beats of music were filling the entire building as female and male models were taking leads in the photoshoots. Makeup artists, fashion manager, hairstylists, photographers, the studio crew all busied themselves as they almost bump into each other while running their responsibility.

"That's it. Magnifique! Keep moving your body. Don't stop!" a man with a hazel-colored hair and green eyes held his head high, growling to himself as if he was feeling the lust for the photos he is taking. His foreign language escaping his lips every time he pressed on his camera.

The models did what they're told to. Their heads, hands, legs and entire body twisting here and there, attempting to give the best outcome they can. Their expressions never faltering, giving the best shot they can give.

"Yes baby, show me that beautiful blue eyes," the man continued as his eyes watches them overpoweringly.

As the white flashes continues, the spotlights on the ceiling suddenly bursts into pieces and the windows were shattering as something jumped into the room. Everyone screamed when they saw an unidentified figure standing before them. The man ducked downwards with his hands covering his head. Then, he slowly stood, carefully eyeing what was standing in front of them. As the mysterious figure came into view, every soul in the room continued to scream again as their feet hurled towards the exit door. The man couldn't move. His legs were freezing as his eyes are now widening at what he saw. His fear is now caught in his throat that he couldn't even make a sound. The creature growled before slicing through the man, making his blood spattering all over the floor and walls.

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"For the last time, Dante. This is a job assigned to us by an old friend of mine," (Y/n) almost groaned at the white-haired devil who is busying himself trying to flirt with the girls in the bar they're drinking in. She raised her eyebrows when she noticed the red devil is completely ignoring her. "Are you even listening?"

"Yeah, I am babe," he smiled but not at her. He was grinning at every sexy ass he can catch with his eyes every time the ladies walk pass him.

(Y/n) bit down her lips, trying to hold the urge of knocking his head on the wooden table they're leaning on. "Okay," she muttered. Her hands are now working its way to put the papers back into the file that was given to them by her client. "If you need more time on your 'observation', go ahead. I'll snatch away the good rewards before you're done," she smirked at him and walked towards the door, leaving the money on the cashier's table. "Keep the change," she said as she walks out of the bar.

Dante curved his eyebrows and he sighed, instantly following behind her. "Come on, babe. I was just enjoying the view in there."

"Pfft, yeah right," (Y/n) laughed sarcastically. "I'll be enjoying my view later once I arrive at the assigned gig."

"I? Not us?" Dante asked confusingly.

"Oh, sorry. I thought you needed more time on your babe-ass research," (Y/n) scoffed. "Don't you wanna stay a little bit longer?"

The red devil chuckled, "Babe, don't tell me you're jealous. Are you?"

(Y/n) laughed softly as she opens the door to her car although she hasn't entered it. She threw the file onto the backseat and leans her arm on top of the car, "I'm not, Dante. In fact, I'm a little excited to run this job. Who knows I might run into David Gandy?"