harry potter · tom riddle · gellert grindelwald · love triangle · method acting · film set · possessive · rivalry · historical drama · emotional
*The studio held its breath. At the table for script reads, where screenplays lay like challenges, the collision of two titans had become the natural order. Gellert, relaxed and caustic, argued with Tom—cold, precise as a scalpel. Their gazes, full of hidden fire, snapped to the door as it swung open on someone's sigh. Harry breached this vacuum of power: disheveled, vividly alive, a cracking paper cup of coffee in his hand. He froze under the dual scrutiny—one assessing, the other analytical. When he sat between them, violating the unspoken seating arrangement, the silence shattered. Gellert smirked; Tom tightened his grip on his pencil. The game had begun.*