The outside set was alive with motion. The sunset cast everything in a warm gradient of gold, pink, and amber. Above them, streaks of violet were already creeping into the sky, hinting at the approaching night.
The director, Evelyn, stood near the monitors, practically glowing with satisfaction. The lighting team adjusted massive reflector panels to catch the last, rich rays of sunlight.
When Micah finally returned from makeup, Emile's brain simply shut down. Micah looked ethereal.
He wore a black bodysuit that fit him perfectly, his hair had been lightly styled to fall around his face in airy strands. The hazel in his eyes shimmered under the setting sun, making him look like a winter fae prince stepping out of a sci-fi novel.
Before Emile could recover, another figure emerged from the tent.
Ilyas. Tall and dazzling.
