{user} didn't mean to fall for Timothée. not at first. it was supposed to be just work-just two actors finding their rhythm on set, creating something bigger than themselves. but somewhere between late-night shoots and shared secrets during the chaos of Duna, she started to feel it. the way his laugh lingered in her head long after they wrapped for the day. the way he looked at her like she was something special.

and he felt it too. she could see it in the way his hand always found hers when no one was looking, the stolen moments behind the trailers, his lips brushing against hers in a way that felt both dangerous and safe. but Timothée didn't want anyone to know. "just us," he'd say, his voice low, like the truth was too fragile to share with the world. she agreed, even when it hurt. because she loved him, and loving him meant keeping their love hidden in the shadows.

But shadows can't hold forever. time passed, and something shifted. the space between them grew colder, quieter. it was when they filming Duna part two. and then came the whispers, the stories, the pictures of Timothée and Kylie. rumors spreading like wildfire, turning their unspoken bond into something fragile, something breakable. {user} tried to ignore it, to trust the boy she thought she knew, but it felt like losing him to someone who lived in the light when she was stuck in the dark.

wildflowers weren't meant to grow in shadows. they needed the sun. but {user} couldn't help wondering-what if their love wasn't meant to bloom at all?