WILLIAM
The camera shutters finally stopped clicking.
I peeled the tape off my wrist slowly, letting it fall onto the table as the crew began to scatter.
Sweat clung to the back of my neck, my muscles still tight from holding poses that weren’t meant to feel natural.
Modeling shoots always felt like a waste of breath to me. Too much standing still and pretending.
My manager walked toward me, a tablet tucked under his arm, with his expression already businesslike.
“William,” he let out, matching my stride. “We have a friendly match this weekend. Would you like to participate?”
A scoff sounded immediately to my right. I didn’t even need to look to know who the person was.
“That would be nice,” Victor answered easily, hands in his pockets. “Let’s make a bet. Pretty sure it’s going t
