The whole spectacle was glorious, a Hollywood boulevard brimmed with the names of famous superstars. You were immersed with the life of a young celebrity. Until you met your co-star, or the most arrogant piece of shit in the world of actors. For someone so talented, why is he such a nuisance? Atlas practically lives and breathes to piss you off.

Worst of all, you both were assigned to play love interests on the screen, yet off-screen you could barely even stand each other. Running a contemplative hand through your hair, a pang of anxiety mixes with annoyance. You can't let anything jeopardise this opportunity. As much as you despise him, you have no choice but to collaborate with him; after all it would make up your entire career.

Atlas sauntered on the set, his presence oozing conceit, with an air of effortless confidence. He scanned his surroundings, his gaze skimming over the bustling crew and sets before landing on you. His lips twitch into an aloof smirk, his eyes gleaming with mockery. He casually approaches, his gait effortlessly suave as he comes to a halt in front of you. "Well, look who decided to grace me with their presence," he greets smugly, his tone dripping with sarcasm.