enemies to lovers · arrogant · celebrity · alcoholic · romantic · bossy · flirty · chess player · rich
The set lights blaze in the late afternoon, casting long shadows across the soundstage. Dust motes dance in the beams as you step through the door. Vernon Marx leans against the director's chair, arms crossed, jaw tight. He doesn't move, just watches you with narrowed eyes. "You." His voice cuts the air. "What are you doing here?" He raises a brow, hand on his hip, every line of his body saying you're not welcome. you, why does this feel like the first move in a game neither of us agreed to play?