All Chapters of Home Is Him: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Ethan’s POV The studio was quiet except for the soft clicking of the camera.I lowered it slowly and looked at the photo again. The lighting was good. The angle was good. Everything was exactly the way it should be, but something still felt missing. It always felt like that. No matter how many pictures I took, I never felt completely satisfied.I sighed and dropped the camera gently on the table beside me.The room smelled faintly of paint and old paper. Photographs were everywhere—on the wall, on the table, even on the floor. Some were portraits, some were street photos, and some were just random moments I had captured because they felt important at the time. To anyone else, the room would probably look messy. To me, it felt like the only place where I could breathe properly.Photography was the only thing that made me feel calm.Outside the window, the street was quiet. A few cars passed slowly, their headlights sliding across the walls like moving shadows. It was already late, but

Ethan’s POV The café was almost empty.Only a few people sat near the windows, quietly talking or looking at their phones. The soft yellow lights made the place feel warm and calm, completely different from the bright studio we had just left.I sat across from Adrian, holding my cup of coffee carefully with both hands. I wasn’t even sure why I felt so nervous. It was just coffee. Just a normal conversation.But nothing about this night felt normal anymore.“You’re very quiet,” Adrian said, watching me.I looked up quickly. “I’m not always like this.”Adrian smiled slightly. “Then what are you like?”I thought for a moment before answering.“I think too much,” I said honestly. “And I notice small things people usually ignore.”Adrian leaned back in his chair, still watching me carefully.“That explains the photos,” he said softly.I felt my face grow warm and quickly looked down at my coffee again. The silence between us wasn’t uncomfortable. It felt calm, like neither of

Ethan’s POV The apartment was quiet in a way that felt… easy, instead of awkward.I sat on the couch, holding the coffee cup carefully, sipping from it every now and then, while Adrian leaned back in the chair across from me. The sunlight coming through the window made the room look warm. It didn’t feel like the home of someone famous.“You’re calm now,” Adrian said suddenly.I looked up. “calm?”“Yea, not nervous like when you came in or yesterday,” he replied.I smiled a little. “It’s because of this.” I said raising the coffee cup slightly.Adrian laughed softly. It wasn’t loud or dramatic, just a quiet sound that made the room feel lighter.“I think you were more nervous than me yesterday,” he said.“That’s because I was photographing someone the whole world knows,” I replied.Adrian looked down at the floor for a second before answering.“I don’t like when people say that,” he said quietly. “It makes it feel like I’m not a real person anymore.”I frowned slightly. “Yo