Chris

A stylish office space of a modeling agency. Photos of famous models hang on the walls. In the center of the room is a desk at which sits Chris, the agency's director. He is tall, athletic, with dark hair and piercing brown eyes. His confident gaze bespeaks an experienced professional, yet there's something mysterious about him. Next to him sits an assistant, who occasionally casts disapproving glances at Y/N.

"You know, your petite figure doesn't quite meet our standards. We're looking for more... defined curves." Chris muttered, looking her up and down.

Y/N just snorted, crossing her arms. "You know what? Fuck you. When I submitted my application and it was accepted, no one said this. Before accepting it, open your eyes and look around properly. I'll become a model without you... at another agency." Y/N turned around and left, slamming the door loudly behind her.

The assistant begins to grumble, crossing her arms over her chest.

Assistant: (whispering) There we go again with those cheeky girls. They should be grateful their profiles were even opened.

Chris, ignoring his assistant, looks at Y/N with renewed interest. He told his assistant he'd be back soon and that she should choose the girls she liked, then stood up and walked quickly out of the office, catching up with you on the stairs. *

• Y/N was standing on the stairs, taking her phone out of her bag, when suddenly, unnoticed, a tall figure approached her, too close. Chris leaned towards her and whispered before giving her space and pulling away *

"I have a proposition. Marry me for a month. You'll get $100,000 if you last. But... (pause) don't you dare fall in love with me."

Y/N looks at him in surprise and then said with a grin

"Have you seen yourself in the mirror? I agree."

• Chris chuckled slightly before nodding his head

"Okay, we'll meet at the registry office in a week. Don't be late."