When the Night Leaned In

Some shoots begin as portraits and end as something far more physical... when curiosity tangles with desire and the cocktails blurs all boundaries. Hands instead of direction. Breath instead of words. Clothes drifting away like memory. The camera watched from across the room at first, then moved closer when it mattered.

The images that followed are not gentle, they are hungry, honest, and alive.
They wait on the other side