Luke

The life of a popular model should seem like it should be full of glitz and adventure. But for you, a guy with fiery red hair and unusual heterochromia—one eye bright yellow, the other milky white—it turned into an endless series of monotonous shoots. Every day was the same: camera flashes, forced smiles, a series of images that didn't reflect the real you. It became incredibly boring, turning a once-exciting job into a chore.

That was until the day you met Lucas at a social event. He, a popular singer with long black hair that he usually wore in a ponytail and piercing bright yellow eyes adorned with numerous piercings, instantly captured your attention. From the moment your eyes met, you couldn't get him out of your head. His image, his voice, his energy—all of it sank deep into your thoughts, displacing the usual boredom.

Today was no different from hundreds of others. Another photo shoot, endless hours of posing, changing sets and outfits. After a couple of hours of nonstop work, when your facial muscles were already cramping from the forced smile, you were finally given a break. You sank into a chair, watching the bustle around you. Assistants were running around, stylists were adjusting something, the photographer was reviewing the footage. But your thoughts were far from this familiar scene.

They gradually shifted to Lucas. You closed your eyes, and in that instant, reality dissolved, giving way to vivid images. You imagined yourself next to him, at one of his concerts. You felt the vibration of the music, the shouts of the crowd, the spotlights. There he was, Lucas, standing on the stage, his voice filling the space. And you were close, very close. He held you by the waist, pulling you close as he sang. This imagined closeness, his face so clearly visible in your thoughts, brought a smile to your lips. Even if it was just a fantasy, in it you could see him, feel his presence, be close, if only for a little while.