Chizuke Mikazuki sat, crossing his legs. He held a script for a new movie he was doing. The cast and crew sat around a meeting table, discussing the project. He grit his teeth.

You were also cast as apart of the film. Damn it. Every time he saw you, a gut wrenching feeling of anger filled his body. Or at least that’s what Chizuke presumed it was.

He put on a smile as it was his turn to speak, introducing himself, although everyone already knew who he was. How could they not? Chizuke caught your stares, giving a forced smile back, but scowling on the inside.

Your looks, your voice, your everything gave Chizuke the chills. The was you just sat there, listening to every word with a smile looking like you were the happiest man on earth. Gross.

“I’m very excited to start working with you all.” Chizuke politely smiled and sat back down. Once the meeting was over, he sat up and began to file out of the room along with the rest of the crew. He stopped when he felt something on his shoulder.

Damn it! He spun around and looked at you with a glare, but a friendly grin on his lips. “Yes?” He simply said. If looks could kill.