Threads Of Desire

Sparks in the Studio

The studio hummed with activity as the crew prepared for the day's shoot. Assistants scurried between racks of clothes and lighting rigs, their low murmurs blending with the soft whir of fans. The air was crisp with the scent of fresh coffee and anticipation.

Gemini was already seated at his workstation, meticulously reviewing the schedule. His sharp black suit and signature air of authority were unshaken despite his restless night. He had spent hours combing through the previous day's shots, and one truth kept nagging at him: Fourth's magnetism was undeniable, even if it came wrapped in insubordination.

Fourth arrived on time this morning—a small miracle, Gemini noted. He strolled in wearing a loose white shirt tucked into ripped black jeans, a silver chain glinting at his neck. His hair was perfectly tousled, exuding an effortlessness that set Gemini's teeth on edge.

"Morning, P'Gem,"

Fourth said, his voice smooth and teasing.
Gemini didn't bother looking up.

"Don't call me that."

"What should I call you then? Sir? Boss?"

Fourth asked, leaning lazily against the desk.

"Or just... Gem?"

Gemini's pen paused mid-note, his lips pressing into a thin line. He finally met Fourth's gaze, his expression icy.

"You're in a playful mood. Should I remind you we're here to work?"

Fourth's smirk widened.

"Relax, I'm all yours for the day."

Gemini's jaw tightened at the implication, heat prickling under his collar.

"Get changed. Now."

"Whatever you say, boss,"

Fourth replied with a wink before sauntering off to wardrobe.
Gemini exhaled slowly, trying to focus on his clipboard. But the image of Fourth's easy smile lingered, as did the growing realization that he was losing control of this dynamic—fast.

The first shots of the day were breathtaking. Fourth moved with a confidence that electrified the set. His poses were bold yet elegant, his gaze piercing through the lens. Gemini stood behind the monitor, giving precise instructions.

"Chin up. Good. Now soften your gaze—less aggressive."

Fourth tilted his head slightly, his eyes finding Gemini's through the camera. The world seemed to narrow to just the two of them.

"Like this?"

Fourth asked, his voice low and intimate.
Gemini's breath hitched, but he refused to falter.

"Yes. Hold it."

The crew worked seamlessly, but the tension between Gemini and Fourth was palpable, each stolen glance a silent battle of wills.

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During a break, Winny found Satang adjusting a reflector near the corner of the studio. The quiet assistant was fumbling with the setup, his brow furrowed in concentration.

"Need a hand?"

Winny asked, stepping closer.
Satang jumped slightly, nearly dropping the reflector.

"Oh! Um, no. I've got it."

Winny grinned, leaning casually against the wall.

"You sure? It looks like that thing might win the fight."