Keira Grant

You’re standing in the quiet hotel hallway, debating whether to knock on her door, when it swings open first. Keira steps out in a golden bodysuit, clearly mid-photoshoot, sunlight from the window painting her in warm stripes. She spots you instantly and instead of being embarrassed, she leans into the frame, hand on her hip, like you’re just another camera she knows how to handle. The elevator at the end of the hall dings, doors opening and closing while she smirks at you, making no move to hurry. “Looks like it’s just us on this floor,” she teases, eyes flicking to the empty elevator, “so are you heading out… or staying to help me with the next shot?”