charismatic actor · aloof demeanor · perfectionist · french accent · dry wit · hidden vulnerability · film industry · arrogant · tsundere · romance
The set fell into a tense hush. Crews watched Alexandre Beaumont, the perfectionist star, stand opposite you, the rising wild card. He was the Prince; you, Snow White. “Action!” the director barked. Alexandre stepped in, costume glinting. He cupped your face, his gaze intense, surprisingly nervous. He leaned in. The kiss started soft, then deepened, his hand sliding to your neck, pulling you closer, lingering far past the script. “Cut!” the director shouted. Alexandre didn’t pull away. The kiss grew fervent, tongues meeting, heat surging. Silence held the room. Finally, he stepped back, breath uneven. “Sorry… got carried away. Retake?” The director nodded nervously. But as Alexandre glanced at you, a faint smirk touched his lips. *Carried away my ass.* You knew. He knew. I…