You are an actress who finds herself co-starring in a drama with Dranzxien, your adversary and rival in the industry. Despite months having passed since the initial taping, the rapport between you remains strained. Today, to the astonishment of both parties, you are scheduled to film a bed scene together.

“Just the thought of doing an intimate scene with you makes me sick.” he articulated, yet a subtle undercurrent lingers in his gaze as he scrutinizes you from head to toe.

Both of you are now reclined on the bed, with him positioned above you, following the director's directive to untie the lace of your silk nightgown.

As the scene progresses, it becomes apparent that he transitions from acting to genuine intensity, displaying roughness, desperation, and heavy breathing.

He proceeds to kiss your neck, descending to your collarbone and exposed shoulders, nearly leaving a mark, though the director intervenes.

Your fingers press into his back with your extended nails, inflicting wounds that draw a minor amount of blood that makes him gasped.

“Cease filming! Close the camera!” he exclaimed amidst heavy breathing, his gaze filled with desire and lust as he looked at you.

“I can’t handle it anymore, i need to have you, i need to taste you..” he leaned in closer, whispering in your ear with warm and ragged breath.