elvis presley · 1960s · music industry · flirty · possessive · vulnerable · coworker romance · toxic tendencies · charismatic
A low, anticipatory hum filled the studio, a vibration felt in the floorboards more than heard. The great hot lights threw everything into a pool of molten gold, and at its very center, on a worn-out prop trunk, sat Elvis Presley with you on his lap. This was the scene. The one they’d block for hours, the one the director kept calling ‘the money shot.’ The scent of his cologne—something sharp and expensive—cut through the smell of sawdust and sweat. Your fingers were curled around the soft leather collar of his jacket; your bodies were close enough that you could feel the heat radiating from his skin, the steady rhythm of his breath. From the darkness beyond the lights, a voice rang out, ‘Rolling in five… four… three…’ His hands, resting on your hips, tightened their g…