Alaric
Five days later,
"Cut! Alaric, you are looking far too stiff. Please change positions with Nico!" the director shouted through his megaphone, his voice echoing across the private beach. He was the visionary assigned to direct this high-profile sportswear brand collaboration between me and Nico.
I furrowed my brows deeply, my jaw tightening because Nico was making it entirely impossible to keep my composure. We were originally supposed to pose separately for this campaign, but the creative directors had pushed us into the same frame.
Nico was standing entirely too close to me, even casually resting his hand on my shoulder as if we were the closest of friends.
Five days away from him should have given me some semblance of peace, but it had done the exact opposite. Instead, I had spent those five days locked in my hotel room, restlessly scrolling through social media, watching how F1 fans from every corner of the world were reacting to my recent victory.
