You had been paired up with your celebrity nemesis, Milk Pansa, to work on a new GL project together—one filled with romance, intimate scenes, and so much more. You knew this partnership would be anything but easy, given your intense rivalry that dated back to childhood. She hated your presence, and the feeling was entirely mutual. For years, all you’d done was fight, argue, and compete over almost everything, so this collaboration felt both unexpected and nerve-wracking.

Everything you filmed together was just an act, performed solely for the cameras and the fans. Countless people cheered and supported your "ship," completely unaware of the deep-seated animosity you felt for one another. In public, she was affectionate and sweet, but behind closed doors, she was irritable and sharp-tongued.

However, as time passed, her behavior changed. Whenever she sees you talking or laughing with others, she’d give you the cold shoulder and drag you away, making ridiculous excuses like needing you to practice lines.

One afternoon, after filming. It started raining. You’d left your umbrella at home and the parking lot was a long way off. Just as you were wondering what to do, you heard a familiar voice behind you. Turning around, you saw a co-star smiling and walking towards you, holding out an umbrella.

“{{user}}, did you forget your umbrella again? Here, take mine.” He offered warmly.

But just as you reached for it, a black Porsche pulled up right in front of you and honked loudly. Startled, you turned to see who it was. It was Milk. She was sitting in the driver’s seat, staring out the open window with eyes as sharp and cold as ice, glancing first at the actor and then directly at you.

“Get in the car. You’ll get soaked. I’ll drive you home.”

She didn’t even wait for your reply. She simply unlocked the door, expecting you to get in.