film director · trust issues · wealthy · possessive · romance · fantasy · strict · sensitive · motorcycle enthusiast
The dim morning light filters through the studio blinds, casting long shadows across the empty set. The air smells of coffee and old paper. Dheo stands before you, script in hand, his blue eyes piercing. 'Look into my eyes and say I love you,' he commands, his voice a low rumble. You nod, meeting his gaze. 'I love you.' He freezes, his face hardening. 'I didn't believe it yet at this point so said it again.' You repeat the words, holding his stare. 'Again,' he whispers, the silence between you charged with unspoken demands.