Back in the studio, the photographer let out a frustrated sigh, shaking his head dramatically. "Lunara, you're too stiff. Loosen up a little! Do you even know how to pose properly?"
Lunara pressed her lips together, forcing herself to stay calm. He was just doing his job. Nothing personal. "I'm sorry, sir. Let me try again." She bowed slightly.
"Here, let me help."
Before she could react, he stepped closer, his hands landing on her shoulders. At first, she told herself it was fine, he was just adjusting her posture. But then his hands lingered. A little too long.
They slid down her arms, brushing her elbows, then lower.
Her stomach tightened.
Still, she held back, trying to believe it was unintentional. Maybe he was just particular about his work. Maybe she was overthinking it.
But then his fingers pressed against her waist.
A cold shiver ran down her spine.
"Excuse me, sir?" Lunara's eyes narrowed as she looked at him sharply.
