The next morning, as the first light of dawn filtered through the curtains, I moved quietly around the room, preparing myself for the day ahead. The peaceful stillness was suddenly broken by a cacophony of noises outside the window. My head snapped towards the source, and I felt a pang of anxiety at the intrusion.
I glanced over at San, who was still blissfully asleep, his features relaxed and content. Smiling to myself, I couldn't resist the urge to smother his face with gentle kisses, humming contentedly as I did. His peaceful expression brought a warmth to my heart, even as the noise outside grew more insistent.
Reluctantly, I pulled away and approached the window, curiosity getting the better of me. Peering through the curtains, my stomach tightened at the sight that greeted me—a swarm of paparazzi, their cameras flashing and voices raised in excitement. The peaceful serenity of the morning was shattered, replaced by a chaotic frenzy that I wanted no part of, especially after the intimate, tranquil night spent with San.
I sighed, pulling on my jacket and preparing my bag with the equipment I needed for the day's photography session. As I moved about the room, the noise outside continued to escalate, a constant reminder of the invasive world waiting just beyond the safety of our walls.
San began to stir, the grimace on his lips indicating his irritation at the disturbance. He blinked groggily, his eyes struggling to adjust to the morning light and the unexpected noise. "What's going on out there?" he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.
I walked over to him, gently brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. "It looks like the paparazzi have found us," I said softly, trying to keep my voice calm despite the knot of unease tightening in my stomach. "I'm not sure why they're here, but it's pretty chaotic."
San sat up, rubbing his eyes and stretching, his muscles flexing under the morning light. He glanced towards the window, his expression shifting from irritation to concern as he took in the scene outside. "Great," he muttered, shaking his head. "Just what we needed."
I leaned down to kiss his forehead, offering what comfort I could. "It's going to be alright," I assured him, though I wasn't entirely sure myself. "I have to get ready for work, but we'll deal with this together."
San nodded, his gaze softening as he looked up at me. "I'll handle it. You focus on your work. Don't let them ruin your day."
His words were reassuring, and I felt a surge of gratitude for his unwavering support. With one last kiss, I gathered my things and prepared to face the day, drawing strength from the knowledge that, no matter what the paparazzi threw at us, we would face it together.
