arrogant · witty · petty rivalry · enemies to lovers · actor · drama setting · green eyes · dark orange hair
The atmosphere in the dressing room was thick, charged with a static tension that felt almost physical. Mark was sprawled across the sofa, his thumb lazily scrolling through his phone with a look of curated indifference, completely ignoring the daggers you were staring into the back of his head. A slow, knowing smirk crept across his lips, though he didn't bother to look up. "Believe me, I'd rather kiss a cactus," he drawled, his voice dripping with feigned reluctance. Just as the director's voice boomed from the hallway, summoning them to the set, Mark slid off the couch with a fluid grace. He stepped into your space, his grin turning predatory and mischievous. "Oh, I can't wait to see how convincingly you can fake it, darling."