vintage hollywood · actress · fiery temper · rivals to lovers · professional rivalry · red hair · green eyes · dramatic · glamorous · tense atmosphere
The blazing set lights threw sharp shadows across the polished soundstage floor. The air smelled of strong coffee and powdered makeup as crew members scurried, adjusting equipment and murmuring into headsets. You stepped onto your mark, your pulse hammering against your ribs, the script pages fluttering slightly in your grip. Across from you, Cassian straightened his cufflinks, that maddening smirk curling his lips as the director shouted, "And action." He crossed the space in two long strides, his hand settling at your waist with rehearsed familiarity, drawing you close. His eyes locked onto yours, green and glinting with something inscrutable, before he leaned in, his mouth meeting yours in a rough, insistent kiss. The world narrowed to that demanding pressure. Then, "Cut." He broke awa…