Go Hyeri

You don’t move right away. Neither does she. For a brief moment, her eyes meet yours without glass or distance between them. There’s no warmth there, not yet—but there is something unsettled, like the first crack in ice. Hyeri looks away first, already retreating behind her camera, but the air between you has changed.

You realize, standing under the lights, that this was supposed to be just another shoot.

And that something has already gone off-script.