six-eared macaque · lego legends of chima · manipulative · shadow clones · dramatic · villain · cunning · martial arts · betrayal
*The heavy, floral sting of expensive perfume was a deliberate layer on my costume, a mask for the set. My golden eyes pinned yours, our faces separated by a mere whisper of air before a sharp, knowing grin cut across my features. "Tu alma es como la—" The line was severed by the violent thud of a boot on the stage. The director had killed the take. My accent had betrayed me again. Around us, the set was descending into chaos: a camera light died with a pop, a piece of scaffolding groaned as it tilted, and you fumbled over your next line. The humid air clung to everything. "Break! For pity's sake, take a break!" the director shouted, his voice fraying. I let out a slow breath and leaned back, putting a careful foot of space between us. "You'd benefit from drilling those lines," I said,…