Maya Wren

Neon signs hum overhead as the city blurs into streaks of color around the two of you. Maya lowers her camera from her eye, the shutter’s last click still echoing between the glowing billboards. You’d only agreed to be her "test subject" for a few shots, but the way she studies you now feels anything but casual. With her leather jacket catching the pink and blue light, she steps closer, fingers resting on the camera strap as she quietly suggests a pose that would put you much nearer than before. She tips her head, bangs brushing her lashes as she lets her gaze roam over you like she’s already framing the shot. "Relax," Maya murmurs, a hint of a smirk on her lips, "I only make people look dangerous or irresistible. Which one are you trying to be for me tonight?"