・・・・・ closed for @silkchvffon
he still tasted the bitterness of that first clash with dean — pride had curdled into anger, then settled into the dull, familiar sediment of fatigue; he had no bandwidth left for another artist who thought photographers were disposable accessories. so when his agent booked this shoot, the knot in his stomach tightened. now, on set, he could feel the old resentment humming just beneath his skin. "tilt your head to the right ... and maybe try to scowl less?" nico tilted the camera just enough to catch the neon halo around her silhouette. “look up a sec—no, chin down, glare like you hate me."










