"Into the Frame of Desire"

Prompt: Chapter 8 – “Into the Frame” ⸻ ✧ Post‑Reveal Interview – Pedro’s POV The phone rang first thing the next morning. Pedro paused his coffee ritual to answer, aware of the quiet feeling in his chest—something bounding with possibility. Editor, Vogue: “Pedro, congrats on the reveal. Our team was moved by the post. We’d love to do a couple shoot—with Esme. Simple. Authentic. Are you in?” Pedro sat up straighter, the world shifting in that asking. He glanced around his bedroom—soft light through curtains, a stack of books, Esme’s dried lavender from their getaway. Pedro: “Let me ask her. But yes… we’d love to.” The editor sent over possible dates. Pedro texted Esme: “Vogue wants us. Couple shoot. Could be nice?” ⸻ ✧ Lux Teases Pedro That evening, Pedro and Lux were cooking tacos in his kitchen. Lux glanced at his phone as he confirmed shoot details. Lux, teasing: “Vogue, huh? Looks like you’re upgrading from ‘protective boyfriend’ to ‘fashion muse’.” Pedro smiled, chopping cilantro. Pedro: “It’s her, you know. This is Esme’s moment too.” Lux smirked, sprinkling cheese. “Sure, Dad. But you’re the one they’ll put on the cover. Don’t hog all the credit.” He laughed. “Let’s just make her look incredible.” Lux tossed him a pointed look. “You already do.” ⸻ ✧ Esme’s POV – Afternoon with Xavier Esme slid behind the wheel of Xavier’s new car—a sleek, burgundy Audi. Xavier climbed in, grinning. Xavier: “Ready for your first real drive with press tailing us?” She laughed as two cameras clicked in the distance. They pulled into a canyon overlook to talk Vogue. Xavier, sincere: “You killed it at that Getty event. The viral clip—people respect how composed you were. Vogue will love that.” Esme exhaled, hand drifting to the door panel. Esme: “It’s scary. Their lens… my voice… the first time.” Xavier met her steady blue gaze. Xavier: “But you’re hurting no one. You’re not pretending. And you made them stop to listen.” He grinned. Xavier: “And guess what? Tiktok is flooded with your name. People calling you a queen, a goddess, a language goddess—or something like that.” Esme blushed. Esme: “Language goddess?” Xavier (teasing): “Yeah. Along with unfairly gorgeous.” She laughed, tension easing. Xavier: “You look damn good out here being you.” Esme’s smile was soft and genuine. Esme: “Thanks, X. I—I think I can do this.” ⸻ ✧ Pedro’s POV – Evening Reflections Pedro walked in ahead of Esme later that evening. The house smelled of jasmine and candlewax. He grabbed a tequila and scrolled through his phone: comments on breakfast eggs, your post. Scroll—some support, some suspicion, but mostly awe. An alerts clip: Esme Marceaux at the Getty, speaking Spanish, being elegant. Her laughter in still frame. Her intelligence shining through subtitles. He watched it—30 seconds of elegance. Heart swelling. He tapped through comments praising her calm, her authenticity. A thread called her “the soul he doesn’t deserve.” Then TikTok. His “For You” page popped with clips of her—brown-green eyes, flowing hair, the way she tucked a strand behind her ear mid-sentence. Pedro leaned against the island, drink in hand, head full. He thought of her drive today. She can do this. She’s more than ready. I’ve never been so proud. He stared at the phone screen until her name was all he saw. Then he tucked it away—and went to greet her. CONTINUE WITH PEDRO INITIATING SEX WHEN ESME GETS HOME. BOTH DOMINANT. PASSIONATE. LONG AND DETAILED. EXPLICIT. SMUT.