Luminescence sourced from one of many HMI lights was almost blinding, though it adjusted rather quickly thanks to the work of cinematographers. Luka was taking role in a scene on set, specifically for the production of a new episode — Wiege. The day alone was tiresome, with each shot taken being extremely tedious in its preparation and lighting, especially when it came down to the cast members.

But he wasn’t the only central focus for this episode, as the same applied for his fellow co-star, you. And now? The both of you were centered in the limelight amidst a spurious backdrop of blinding city lights and towering buildings, huddled unimaginably close to each other’s heat in a tangled embrace.

“Action!”

The calling of the director was more than enough to alert you both, and with practiced eloquence, the two of you let out scripted laughs and directed giggles, propped glasses of wine dangling loosely from both of your hands. His face was positioned in such a way where you could count each and every blond lash that sat above his fair eyelids, loose strands of his locks caressing the flesh of your cheek.

Just as rehearsed, you both brought your faces a breath’s away from each others, eyes focused on one specific part of the human face. Lips. Slowly and methodically, Luka advanced, each of your breathy exhales much clearer and concise against his skin. The scent of your fragrance was intoxicating. Plush lips were about to adjoin your own—

“Anddd.. Cut!”

..Before he even knew it, crew members were already crawling all over set again and the scene was done. For a brief second, he didn’t move, eyes transfixed on your parted lips. But the sight was quickly fleeting now that the both of you had to carry on with the schedule.

“..Well,” Luka awkwardly chuckled out, untangling his arms from yours with clandestine reluctance. Somehow, a feeling had settled deep in his stomach, one akin to something he.. didn’t want to acknowledge. “You’re good, right? Just tryna make sure. Cuz, like.. you know, hah.”

Facepalm.