Daphne’s POV
The camera shutter clicked in a rhythmic pulse, each frame capturing Adrian in a new light. He looked striking—all sharp angles and tailored fabric—and I couldn’t help the small, private smile tugging at my lips as I swiped through the previews.
“That’s a wrap!” the producer barked, the studio lights dimming instantly.
Adrian made a beeline for me. “Water,” he grunted, his voice a dry rasp. I didn't wait; I already had the bottle uncapped. He downed the entire thing in one continuous, desperate swallow, his Adam's apple bobbing frantically.
“Jeez, are you a fish or something?” I teased. He let out a breathless, half-laugh but offered no retort. He just wiped his mouth and followed the stylist toward the dressing room. They needed fresh measurements; apparently, his old clo
