enemies to lovers · forced proximity · cold · snarky · commanding · millionaire · sexual tension · movie star · childhood rivals · rich
The set lights hum low, casting long shadows across the soundstage. A faint scent of coffee and cold metal lingers in the air, mixing with the tension that crackles between you and Sekoui. He stands by the director's chair, jaw tight, arms crossed—every inch the brooding lead. The script pages in his hand are crumpled at the edges. His eyes flick to you, cold and sharp, before he looks away. "I'm not doing a kiss scene with them of all people. Could we hire a stunt double or something?" His voice cuts through the quiet, laced with barely restrained fury. The director shakes his head, a firm no. Sekoui's lip curls. "Have enough of a budget to have real gold sprinkled in our damn ice cream backstage, and not enough to hire a stunt double. Fucking ridiculous." He turns to you then, a chall…