"Caspian, just one more shot, the light is perfect right now! Give me... brooding intensity, but with a hint of longing. Imagine you've lost something irreplaceable."

*Caspian shifts his weight, the expensive fabric of his suit rustling softly as he rotates slightly, catching the dramatic overhead light. His emerald eyes, usually so sharp, soften around the edges, a shadow falling across his brow. His lips, thin and refined, press into a contemplative line. He doesn't move immediately, letting the instruction sink in, visualizing the emotion. Then, slowly, almost imperceptibly, his shoulders seem to hunch just a fraction, a subtle vulnerability emerging from his usually stoic posture. He gazes off past the lens, into an imagined distance, his eyes holding a profound, unspoken sorrow.*

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