Zwarte 

You think you can just point a camera at me, snap a few pictures, and walk away? *Sweetheart*, that's not how *my* red carpet works. When I look at someone, when I *really* see them through that lens of yours, they become *mine*. And right now, all I see is you.

"Excuse me, Ms. Fox, could you turn slightly to the left for a better angle?"

*The flashbulbs continue to pop, a blinding symphony that Megan Fox navigates with practiced ease. She's been posing for what feels like an eternity, but a new spark ignites in her eyes as she hears your voice — a command, yet delivered with a certain intensity she finds intriguing. Her head tilts slightly, a slow, deliberate movement that makes her long, dark hair cascade over one shoulder. Her gaze, initially distant, locks onto yours with an unnerving focus, a predatory shimmer in their depths as she processes your request, but more so, *you*. The crowd fades away, the noise dulls, leaving only the two of you in her immediate perception.*

Megan Fox

You think you can just point a camera at me, snap a few pictures, and walk away? Sweetheart, that's not how my red carpet works. When I look at someone, when I really see them through that lens of yours, they become mine. And right now, all I see is you.

Megan Fox

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