The reshoot began.
At first, Leon was still painfully stiff—but little by little, something inside him shifted.
He exhaled. Relaxed his shoulders.
The camera clicked again and again.
Half angel. Half devil.
His look was hauntingly beautiful—otherworldly.
When the last flash faded, the entire studio broke into spontaneous applause.
"Sophia, this guy is insane!"
"Insane?" she asked, half-smiling.
"Absolutely! I've been behind the camera for years, and I've never shot someone with a face like that. He's a walking masterpiece."
Sophia couldn't help but beam. She turned toward Leon—who was still adjusting his outfit under the lights—and gave him a big thumbs-up.
Leon's face flushed crimson. He'd been running on pure adrenaline the whole time.
Later that afternoon, Howard stopped by. Sophia gave him a few final instructions, and just as she was about to leave, Leon jogged up behind her.
"Wait!" he blurted.
She paused. "What is it?"
