It had its own kind of charm.
But this was something else entirely.
Yuzu was the complete opposite of him. This man, who had been in front of the camera for longer than he could remember, knew exactly how much power he held.
He didn't hesitate. Didn't shrink. Didn't question.
His gaze held the camera like it was something he could control. The slightest tilt of his head shifted the entire mood. A slow breath, a subtle movement of his shoulders, the way his fingers brushed against fabric, none of it was accidental.
Even the water droplets sliding down his neck, tracing along his collarbone before disappearing beneath the fabric, felt intentional. Like part of the performance.
It was precise and controlled.
Effortless and yet completely out of reach.
Like an emperor demonstrating his power, Yuzu effortlessly controlled the emotion and the scene, commanding it to his will.
Half an hour passed, and they were already done with his solo shoots.
