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2025-11-02 15:14:41The next shot was set in the luxurious lobby of The Reich Hotel, where Jay was staying. The collaboration was with Chiara’s company, Illiam Entertainment, and the set was buzzing with staff adjusting lighting, props, and cameras.
Jay sat in the makeup chair, a stylist brushing his hair while another adjusted his perfectly tailored suit. He muttered under his breath, frustrated, “Ugh… why do I have to look like a model for this?”
The hotel staff and crew couldn’t help but glance at him. Some whispered, others blushed—the way his dark eyes scanned the room, calm and controlled, made everyone pause. Even the props team stared a little too long.
Amanda, one of the assistants, nudged a colleague. “He… he’s really something, isn’t he?”
“Yeah,” her friend whispered back. “Like… unreal.”
Through the lobby, Rafe Bianchi passed, his tall frame and sharp features immediately drawing attention. The group went silent as his dark eyes scanned the room. His gaze lingered on Jay, calm but assessing, as though reading him like an open book.
One of Rafe’s men approached quietly. “Sir, we’ve confirmed—he’s an Omega.”
Rafe’s lips curved into a faint, cold smile. “I like him,” he said quietly, almost to himself. His expression hardened, icy and unreadable.
“But… sir, he’s undercover,” the man reminded him cautiously.
Rafe’s smile didn’t waver. His eyes never left Jay. “Then I’ll handle him myself,” he said, his voice low, lethal. He turned and walked toward his sleek black car parked outside.
Meanwhile, the photo shoot carried on. Jay posed effortlessly as photographers clicked furiously, stylists whispered over each other, and assistants blushed at his striking features.
Even outside the shoot, people couldn’t help noticing. A few hotel guests lingered, stealing glances at the camera flashes reflecting off Jay’s suit.
Chiara walked confidently across the set, commanding attention. “He’s working under me,” she announced proudly, addressing a small group of onlookers. “Illiam Entertainment is managing this shoot, and he’s part of it. Respect the process.”
A young stylist whispered to her colleague, “Every time he moves, it just… works. Perfect every time.”
Chiara shot her a quick glance but smiled slightly. “Exactly. Keep it professional, everyone. Don’t forget why he’s here.”
Across the room, some of the assistants—like Amanda and a few others—continued whispering about how striking Jay looked, while he adjusted his collar, exhaling slowly. Just another mission… just another shoot, he thought, trying to ignore the flutters of attention around him.
Meanwhile, Rafe, sitting in his car outside, watched the shoot through the tinted window. His expression remained unreadable, but his eyes followed Jay’s every move. Interesting… controlled, dangerous, and Omega. I like that.
Back on set, Chiara leaned over to adjust Jay’s collar again. “Relax, Jay. Natural. Remember—you’re here for the mission, but don’t forget you’re the face of this shoot.”
Jay nodded, gripping the edge of the chair. I hope I can really handle this…
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