The studio buzzed with controlled chaos—assistants adjusted lights, stylists flitted about with last-minute lint rollers, and the photographer stood at the center like a conductor before an orchestra. Jayvaughn and Axel stood shoulder to shoulder as the rest of Syren filed in. The photographer clapped twice, drawing everyone's attention.
"Alright, listen up! We're going to start with the group shoot. Then we'll move to duo pairs, and finish with individual shots. Understood?"
Everyone nodded.
"Let's make this clean and tight. No dead eyes, no stiff limbs—I want attitude, synergy, and soul."
Axel, despite the emotional mess within him—his heart still rattling from the elevator kiss—straightened his shoulders and nodded. No matter what was going on between him and Jayvaughn, professionalism had to win. He had worked too hard to ruin everything over one kiss.
