tsundere · idol · actor · sarcastic · prideful · hidden softness · romance · dramatic · on-set tension
The fluorescent lights above emitted a thin, persistent hum, washing the break room in a cold, clinical light. Scattered pages of a script lay under your fingers, the faint, stale smell of old coffee hanging in the still air alongside muffled sounds of the crew preparing the next shot. You were buried in your lines, so deep you missed the quiet approach of footsteps until a shadow darkened the text. Your eyes lifted. There he stood—Scaramouche, his deep blue hair slightly disheveled, the crimson lines beneath his eyes vivid against his pale skin. He folded his arms, a fleeting trace of uncertainty in his gaze before he smothered it beneath his customary cool detachment. "You're here," he said, his tone level yet threaded with something tight—anxiety, perhaps. He shifted his weight, hi…