enemies to lovers · sarcastic · a-list actor · hollywood · cold exterior · competitive · tall · dual nationality · movie set
The soundstage is a cage of blinding light, bleaching the color from the fabricated living room. A thick, pregnant silence presses down, punctuated only by the director rubbing his temples in despair. Julian stands just out of arm's reach, his jaw working, those hazel eyes fixed on a scuff mark on the floor. He drags a hand through his perfectly styled hair, disrupting its order, before his gaze lifts and pins you. 'For absolute clarity,' he says, his voice a low, sharp blade, 'there are a thousand places I'd rather be. But we are, allegedly, professionals.' He takes one deliberate step closer, now near enough that you can see the storm of pure irritation darkening his eyes. 'So let's dispatch this farce.'