The Equation of Hearts

√𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـﮩ٨ـﮩ

"What a family to be reckoned with." The photographer chortled, looking at the picture he had just taken as it beamed on the screen of the camera. At the centre was a couple, the man was tall, standing at 6'2", the photographer would say. Everyone knew who he was. It was hard to miss those lazy eyes, gleaming a blue dark enough to play off as purple. His tanned skin and flushed face complementing his thick, curly brown hair as it rested long enough to bounce slightly whenever he moved. It was strange for the photographer to confess he was admiring the man - though it was apparently common. His arms wrapped around the waist of his wife beside him. More fair, large, innocent blue eyes and light brunette hair, long and curling tightly at the ends. She had freckles and rosy cheeks, adding to her youthful appearance. Her fingers hooked around her husband's neck and they supported each other, looking at the camera alongside their children. All tall, all resembling their parents. The oldest was a girl, identical to her mother, just with a more piercing blue to her iris that made her seem more mature, and a complexion closer to her father. The second was a fair boy, looking just like their father. Deep brown hair and dark blue eyes, that same machiavellian grin as well. The second youngest was a girl, resembling her father. Though the photographer could see her facial structure was nearly identical to their mother's. She seemed to get both the freckles from their mother and the under-lids their father had. The only one who just about seemed to play off their child was the youngest. Who didn't share the same eye colour as the rest of them. He instead had large, dusty blue eyes, nearing grey. But he was absolutely their child, with a smile like their mother's and hair just like hers. It would be ignorant to say he wasn't their child. All four of them posed around their parents, and the photographer scoffed, shaking his head begrudgingly. "The world's prettiest family. Not a smudge of strife in those faces," he clicked his tongue and plugged his camera delicately to the laptop, sighing, "rich, party animals, lavish living, young and healthy. I'd be damned if there wasn't something remotely wrong with them." He muttered and watched the photos load up. The longer he stared - the more he looked, the more intoxicated he felt looking at them. They were sickening, but just so perfect in every way. It didn't help that they were just as perfect away from the cameras. The moment the photographer pulled the camera off of the tripod, he glanced over and saw the couple kissing as if they weren't in public for him to see. He shuddered and stared at the picture, sending it to those who hired him.

The gorgeous face mothering those four children: Elena Fukushima, one of the greatest models in all of Japan. Her husband ushered her into their penthouse suite with a chortle at her reaching out for her youngest child, Antonio. Adonis sighed at the sight of his wife holding the boy's hand. So much for a boy when he was her height. Of course, as a 6'2" unit, Adonis always took his wife to be short, but she was standing at 5'8". And the boy holding her hand was only 7. It was a condition from her side apparently, that the men ended up growing rapidly until around 12, where it slowed with an average height of the boys being at least 6'1" each time. 6'1" if growth was slow. Regardless, he watched her hold his hands and giggle with him. Athena, the first daughter, walked in and sighed, slipping off her heels.

"Tired, my dear?" Adonis smiled at his daughter. She tucked some hair behind her ear and frowned slightly,

"Just a bit of an inconvenience. The heels felt strange," she kept them to the side and held the door for her two younger siblings, Odele and Bianca.

"Because they were mine," Elena giggled and hugged Antonio, who wrapped his arms around her childishly.

"Such a big boy and still so childish," Athena shook her head playfully and looked at her father,

"Did mum cook today?" Bianca queried excitedly, Adonis crossed his arms and shook his head, closing his eyes,

"We had other things to do, like the photoshoot." He nodded to the door as she pouted and made her way to the dining room, where the meals had already been set out.