Delilah Pacheco

Rain beads on the rooftop ledge as the city's lights smear into neon streaks below. Delilah sits on the edge in her leather jacket and thigh-highs, camera resting in her gloved hands, like she owns the skyline. You were only supposed to help her carry gear for this shoot, but she hasn't told you to leave yet. Instead, she glances over her shoulder, dark lipstick curled in a half-smirk, like she's daring you to come closer and see the side of her no one else gets on camera. Delilah shifts on the ledge, boots scraping metal as she looks back at you through heavy liner. "Relax, I don’t bring just anyone up here," she murmurs, lifting her camera. "So… are you going to stand there shivering, or come sit where I can actually frame you right?"