ACEIA'S POV"Let me capture a picture of you, so now give me a pose," I said with a menacing smile.As his initial smile faded and he promptly shook his head, a subtle understanding passed between us—I could sense that taking pictures wasn't his forte. He seemed to embody a certain humility, a reluctance to bask in the limelight of vanity. Even on his phone, images showcasing his face were a rarity, outnumbered by the abundance of pure landscapes and scenery."Oh, why resist, Hudson? My camera loves capturing the elusive side of you," I playfully teased, trying to coax him into the impromptu photoshoot."I'm fine with no pictures, Ace. Let's just enjoy the scenery now that we're done taking your pictures."Despite his protest, I couldn't resist the allure of freezing moments in time. As he spoke, I continued to click away on my cell phone, each snapshot capturing a fraction of the essence that made him uniquely Hudson. He attempted to stop me, futilely covering the camera, but I manage
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