In the days following the unsettling incident, San and I had endeavored to reclaim a semblance of normalcy. We immersed ourselves in the routines of daily life, striving to push the memories of the event to the back of our minds. I found solace in my photography, capturing moments of beauty and strength. Watching San during his workouts became a particularly cherished distraction. His shirtless, sweat-glistened form moved with a grace and power that was utterly captivating, and I often found myself snapping photos, each click of the shutter a moment of stolen tranquility.
Today, however, was special—San was a year older, and we had planned a birthday photo shoot, not just any shoot but one that played to the essence of his personality. He stood before me, waiting as I prepared the set, his presence commanding even in stillness. I approached with the spray bottle, the fine mist catching the studio lights as it settled over his sculpted physique. Biting my lip, I couldn't help but appreciate the way the droplets highlighted the contours of his muscles, enhancing the visual impact of his form.
It was hard to concentrate, harder still to maintain a professional demeanor, knowing full well the dynamism of his personality—that compelling blend of dominance and allure that he carried so effortlessly. San wasn't just physically attractive; he had an intensity, a commanding presence that made him utterly irresistible, especially to someone who knew him as intimately as I did.
"Ready?" I managed to say, steadying my voice as I adjusted the camera settings. San nodded, a slight smirk playing across his lips as if he could read the effect he had on me.
As the shoot progressed, I directed him through various poses, each frame capturing a different facet of his character. San was a natural, his movements fluid and confident, and I found myself caught up in the artistry of the moment. The camera loved him, and so did I, but today it was about more than just aesthetic appreciation—it was about celebrating another year of his life, a year we were grateful to share together despite the challenges.
"Move a bit to the left, perfect," I instructed, my voice calm and professional even as my heart raced. He complied, his gaze meeting the lens with an intensity that was almost palpable.
