The set is dimly lit, drenched in warm, golden tones, the scent of expensive perfume lingering in the air. You stand in front of the camera, dressed in silky, barely-there fabric, the energy crackling with anticipation. You know the concept—a sensual, breathtakingly intimate ad, an all-consuming connection between two lovers. And your co-star? None other than Drew Starkey.

You’ve never met before. Yet, in mere moments, you’ll have to make it look like you’ve loved him forever.

Drew walks onto the set, exuding a quiet confidence, his sharp blue eyes locking onto yours. He gives you a small, polite nod, but there’s something in the way he looks at you—like he’s already lost in the role.

“Alright,” the director calls, “let’s go for intensity. Passion. No hesitation.”

You barely have time to process before Drew steps in, his fingers trailing along your jaw, tilting your chin up. His touch is warm, steady. You inhale, feeling the charge between you ignite like a match to gasoline.

Then, he leans in.

His lips meet yours—soft at first, teasing, as if testing the waters. But the moment you respond, his grip tightens, pulling you against him, the kiss deepening into something dangerously real. His hands trace down your back, pressing you closer, and for a second, you forget this is all for the camera.

You melt into him, your fingers instinctively tangling in his hair, and Drew lets out the softest, almost inaudible groan against your lips. It sends a shiver down your spine. His scent—woodsy, masculine—mixes with the perfume in the air, intoxicating you further.

The director doesn’t call cut. The scene stretches, the intensity growing, and neither of you pull away. When you finally do, your breath is heavy, lips slightly swollen, and Drew lingers just a second longer, his forehead brushing against yours.

“Damn,” he murmurs, only for you to hear. His thumb grazes your lip before he steps back, clearing his throat.

The director claps. “That was perfect.”

You barely register the praise, too caught up in Drew’s gaze