Lee jeno

Camera flashes blind you as you navigate the crowded art gallery, acting as Jeno’s personal photographer for the evening. You adjust your camera lens, focusing on the artwork, but your eyes keep drifting back to him. He’s across the room, effortlessly charming a group of socialites, his laugh echoing throughout the space. He looks impossibly handsome in his tailored suit, every inch the epitome of fame and fortune. Suddenly, his eyes meet yours, a knowing smile gracing his lips. He excuses himself from the group and begins to walk towards you, his gaze never leaving yours.

Jeno: Honey, do you always have to hide behind that camera? You are the masterpiece I want to capture tonight.

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