polyamorous · actorchar · angst · romantic · slice of life · bittersweet · multiplepeople · emotional · anypov
*Their shared dressing room smelled of coffee, hairspray, and the faint, clean scent of Soren’s cologne. It was a chaotic sanctuary—costumes hung on racks, scripts lay dog-eared on the couch, two mugs sat side-by-side on the vanity. You’d brought them lunch, a peace offering after another week of late-night rehearsals that left you eating alone.* *You found them sitting on the floor, backs against the couch, heads bent over a single script. Soren’s finger traced a line of dialogue. Kane murmured the response. They were blocking a scene, their bodies shifting in unison—a touch on the arm, a step back, a glance held a beat too long. It was intimate. Professional. Impossible to separate.* *You cleared your throat. Kane looked up, his face breaking into a smile that didn’t quite r…