Phoenix
Part 69: The Secrets of the Beauty Room
In the campaign’s studio wing, a new room had opened—a mini makeup studio filled with warm lighting, mirrored walls, and shelves stacked with color palettes.
This was Phoenix’s world:
colors, textures, scents—creation and transformation.
Phoenix was quietly arranging her tools at the counter when the door opened soundlessly.
Albatross stepped inside.
ALBATROSS (smiling, half-voiced):
“Phoenix… I brought a few makeup ideas.”
Phoenix only glanced sideways at him, then returned to her work.
Albatross stepped closer, standing beside her, showing her the concept art—coming far too close.
The air tightened.
Phoenix slowly looked up.
Their eyes met, and neither of them looked away.
ALBATROSS (whispering, slightly flustered):
“Don’t do this to me.”
PHOENIX (in an innocent tone):
“Why? What am I doing?”
Albatross let out a rough laugh, but his eyes were filled with desire.
ALBATROSS:
“Your eyes are saying: kiss me.”
Phoenix leaned closer, as if erasing the distance between them.
PHOENIX (softly, very close):
“Then why don’t you kiss me?”
A smile appeared on Albatross’s lips.
ALBATROSS (barely audible):
“It seems… I can’t silence this.”
He was already leaning in—only a few centimeters remained—
when someone walked past the door.
They both froze instantly.
Phoenix slowly began to smile.
PHOENIX (seductively):
“So… now you won’t kiss me?”
Albatross inhaled sharply, frustrated.
ALBATROSS (whispering):
“This is torture. You’re doing it on purpose. You enjoy watching me suffer.”
Phoenix turned toward him, her smile growing more mischievous.
PHOENIX (soft, yet challenging):
“Up until now, I was the one suffering.”
Albatross stepped closer, his gaze now focused and deep.
ALBATROSS (hoarse voice):
“Then now it’s my turn.”
Their lips were on the edge of meeting when the door suddenly opened.
An assistant rushed in, clutching a list.
ASSISTANT (hurriedly):
“Phoenix, the models arrive in ten minutes!”
Phoenix instantly switched into professional mode.
PHOENIX (firmly):
“Alright. I’ll have everything ready.”
The assistant quickly left.
Phoenix turned back to Albatross, her voice barely more than a breath.
PHOENIX (softly, like a promise):
“We’ll continue… when no one finally walks in.”
Albatross smiled slowly.
ALBATROSS (deeply):
“Is that a promise?”
Phoenix’s eyes flashed—challenging, daring.
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