Demyan
I could see the pure terror in Ethan's face as his eyes enlarged and he pursed his lips. Photoshoots were completely against Ethan's DNA. He froze whenever a professional photographer was nearby and our wedding pictures alone took a long time because it was hard to not get him to glare at the camera.
"Will my face be needed for said photoshoot?" he sat up then ran his fingers through his messy curtain bangs.
I nodded with a smile, "That's the point of the photoshoot. For people to see us together. Our adoring fans who are begging for an issue."
His nose wrinkled before he shook his head, "Demyan, I don't have any fans to begin with."
"You have fans," I tilted my head to the side and raised my eyebrows, "You're like the messiah of farmers and there's a huge business network that is completely obsessed with you. You're also incredibly good looking; you don't need an excuse to have fans. You simply exist."