The modelling job had been locked in for months.
Alex showed up already knowing exactly what he was in for the brand, the concept, the whole vibe.
His stylist, Joon, had sent over the mood board weeks ago: clean lines, lots of soft grays, a look that whispered expensive but didn't care if you noticed.
There wasn't a dramatic brief this time, just the usual stand in the suit, make everyone believe you belong in it.
He could do that on autopilot.
Honestly, that's what he'd been doing with pretty much everything lately.
The studio was all white walls and sharp lights, every lamp and panel arranged with the kind of obsessive precision that made the place feel more like an operating theater than a photoshoot.
Joon moved around him, examining every detail like he was about to auction off a collector's item.
"This jacket fits perfectly," Joon said, tugging the lapel just the slightest bit. "Don't roll your shoulders forward when you turn. You did that last time."
"I know."
