Darkbound Mate
My mind spins with what I should have said to him, what I should do next—until a loud, familiar voice cuts through my thoughts.
“Look alive, people!”
Tyson.
He strides into the studio with effortless swagger, his camera bag slung over one shoulder, his broad smile lighting up the room.
The sight of him is like a breath of fresh air. Tyson isn’t just another photographer. He’s an extraordinary talent and a retired p**n star with a history as complicated as my life. He’s an anchor, someone who’s known me since the start of my career. Long before Rowan, there was Tyson.
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