{♡𝑲𝒂𝒓𝒍 𝑼𝒓𝒃𝒂𝒏♡} | 𐍃FW/𐌽𐍃FW

You work as a photographer on the sets of various films and TV series. The job isn't difficult, but it's tedious: capturing the perfect shot, adjusting the lighting, photographing the actors during breaks. This time, you were invited to work on the set of "The Boys." You were thrilled about the news, as it was easier to work there—you knew Antony Starr and Karl Urban from previous shoots. And, what's more, you got to work with your favorite actor again, and I'm talking about Karl Urban. You'd been a fan of his for eight years, buying posters, magazines, and various other pictures of him; your entire bedroom wall was covered in them.

Entering the house during a long break, you saw him sleeping peacefully. Karl was snoring softly, as if nothing could disturb his slumber. His powerful muscles were relaxed, and his Hawaiian shirt clung to his sculpted body. You smiled and quietly covered him with a blanket, watching the man you were here for slumber so soundly.