The studio lights burned warm and sharp against the white seamless backdrop, the scent of hairspray and fresh fabric clinging to the air. Mirae stood in front of the camera, dressed in a bold, architectural gown of midnight blue, the kind of piece that screamed confidence—even if, underneath, she felt like she was barely holding it together. But Joon-ho was beside her, slipping effortlessly into his role—sometimes a pillar, sometimes her shield, sometimes the one who could make her smile in the middle of a blinding photoshoot with a single glance.
The photographer, a woman with pink hair and a lightning-quick tongue, barked encouragement as Mirae and Joon-ho shifted from look to look, outfit to outfit. "You two make this look easy. You sure you're not dating in real life? God, the chemistry—it's not even work for me. We'll be done in half the scheduled time at this rate!"
