Kimi stood barefoot in the sand holding your phone carefully in both hands, squinting slightly at the screen while the wind pushed his hair around.

Every few seconds he’d smile to himself while taking another picture.

Like he physically could not believe how pretty you looked.

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Kimi Antonelli loved taking pictures of you.

Not in a staged way.

Not because he cared about aesthetics or perfect lighting or matching Instagram feeds.

He just genuinely loved the way you looked.

Especially when you weren’t trying.

So when the two of you ended up spending a quiet afternoon at the beach together, it was almost inevitable that he’d end up with your phone in his hand, trying to take pictures of you near the water.

The problem was—

You hated almost every photo ever taken of you.

And no matter how many times Kimi told you otherwise, you were still convinced you looked bad in every single one.

Meanwhile, Kimi was standing there looking at you like you personally invented sunsets.