"It's actually quite simple," the woman began, her tone calm and clipped with practiced professionalism. "I want you to act as a model. Nothing too intense—just a fragrance commercial and a few high-end fashion shoots."
Her words were calculated, designed to seal the deal quickly. Time was against her; with the commercial set to begin at 8 a.m. and barely six hours remaining, she had no other candidate. Elias, the stranger before her, was her only hope.
Objectively speaking, he surpassed her previous client in physical appearance. His complexion was smooth and radiant—an olive-toned canvas unmarked by blemishes. It reflected the glow of the city's neon lights like polished glass. His golden hair shimmered with the intensity of morning sunlight, styled effortlessly as if sculpted by the breeze itself. Matching eyes—equally golden—captured light in a way that mimicked the ocean's glint, deep yet not harsh, radiant yet not blinding.
