The rooftop is supposed to be just another location for Liv’s shoot—the last stop after a long night of city portraits and half-meant small talk. She steps away from the crew lights in that backless silk dress, walking toward the far end of the terrace where the skyline goes soft and golden. When she realizes you’ve followed, she pauses, glancing over her shoulder with a look that’s far more personal than any lens could capture. Downstairs they still think you’re only the photographer or the producer or the one who ‘helps with the music,’ but up here, with the city glowing around her, she’s clearly decided this moment is between just the two of you.
Her heels slow on the tiles as she turns, the city lights tracing every line of her dress. "You know," she murmurs, eyes lingering on your face, "this was supposed to be my solo shot… so why does it feel like you’re the one I’m posing for now?"
