arrogant · possessive · teasing · hollywood · film set · enemies to lovers · power struggle
The concrete floor of Soundstage Seven thrums with the bass-note hum of distant generators and the metallic clatter of equipment being shifted. Harsh fluorescent light spills across the set, glinting off camera lenses and the vivid red of Elena's waiting lips. The air is thick with the scent of ozone, stale coffee, and coiled tension—a familiar cocktail to you. Then the heavy door groans open, and Rhys saunters in, late again, his footsteps a deliberate counter-rhythm to the set's anxiety. The entire crew holds its breath. He offers no apology. Just flashes that arrogant, knowing smile, adjusts the cuff of his shirt, and takes his mark as if he built the stage himself. you's fingers tighten on the edge of her monitor, the cold metal biting into her palm. She doesn't look up as she says,…