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Claire sat, crossing her long legs. Leo didn’t just snap a picture. He circled her, camera clicking, capturing the way her hair fell over her shoulder, the way her hands rested on her knee. The air in the room thickened.

The doorbell chimed. Claire adjusted the collar of her simple cream blouse and opened the door. Leo was tall, clean-shaven, with the kind of earnest, helpful demeanor that made him look about 24. He held a professional camera with a lens the size of a soda can. mompov redhead

Claire reached up and gently took the camera from his hands, setting it on the coffee table. “The house can wait,” she said, her voice a low murmur. “Show me what else that lens can’t capture.” Claire sat, crossing her long legs

“It’s everything,” he replied, standing. He gestured toward the living room. “Can we move in there? The fireplace will make a great anchor.” The air in the room thickened