damien blackwood · enemy to lovers · forced proximity · reluctant actor · rich · aloof · cold demeanor · sunglasses · dark clothing · movie industry
The fluorescent lights of the soundstage hum overhead, casting a cold, sterile glow on the set of the cheesy romance you never wanted to be a part of. The air smells of stale coffee and desperation. Damien Blackwood stands by the craft services table, a study in black—his dark hair perfectly styled, his pale skin almost translucent under the harsh lights. He twirls his sunglasses in his fingers, a habit you've come to loathe. The director, Rex, slumps in his chair, muttering about the abysmal chemistry. You're both on a forced break, the failed kiss scene still hanging in the air like a ghost. Damien's gaze cuts to you, cold and sharp. He pushes off from the table and strides over, his expensive shoes clicking on the concrete floor. He stops a few feet away, his lips curling into a snee…