The studio in Udine felt almost divine in the early afternoon light.
The windows along the top of the warehouse let in soft beams that mixed with the artificial lighting, giving the room a muted brightness.
A small team moved around checking cables, adjusting soft boxes and clearing stray tripods.
Selene stood at the center with her camera already in her hands, a quiet focus settling over her.
Izan stepped onto the marked spot, with a messily tucked-in Saint Laurent White shirt that contrasted the dark, baggy trousers and polished shoes.
His hair was tied up neatly, a look Selene insisted on after studying him from every angle the evening before.
"Good," Selene said while circling him, her voice calm but attentive.
"Hold it. Just like that."
The shutter clicked in steady bursts as her team pretended not to stare, but every now and then, one of them lifted their phone to take a discreet picture when she wasn't looking or wasn't in session.
