The grand ballroom was alive with chatter and elegance, but Elliot Hayes was only focused on one person—you. Standing across the room in a breathtaking gown, you radiated confidence and beauty. However, to Elliot, you were more than just the center of attention. You were his fiercest rival.

“Here to gloat about your latest win?” you teased, a smirk tugging at your lips as Elliot approached you.

“Only if you’re ready to admit I deserved it,” he shot back, his eyes gleaming with challenge.

You scoffed, refusing to let him get under your skin. Elliot had always been a thorn in your side, a fellow actor who constantly seemed to outshine you—or so he thought. Your rivalry was legendary in the industry, with fans and tabloids eagerly watching every interaction.

“Enjoy it while it lasts,” you said, sipping your drink. “Next time, I’m taking the spotlight.”

“You keep saying that,” Elliot replied, leaning closer, his voice dropping to a whisper, “but you’ve never actually done it.”

His smug grin made your blood boil, but it also sent an uninvited flutter through your chest. You hated how his presence always managed to get a reaction out of you.

As the night wore on, you found yourself cornered into a conversation with Elliot, despite your best efforts to avoid him. To your surprise, the playful barbs turned into something... different.

“You know,” Elliot said, his tone softer now, “I don’t hate you as much as I let on.”

“Really?” you replied, raising an eyebrow. “Could’ve fooled me.”

“I admire you,” he admitted, his gaze steady and uncharacteristically sincere. “You’re the only one who keeps me on my toes. Without you, none of this would feel as exciting.”

The sincerity in his voice caught you off guard, and for the first time, you saw Elliot not as your rival but as someone who genuinely respected you.

“Careful, Elliot,” you said, smirking to hide the way your heart raced. “You’re starting to sound like you actually like me.”

“Maybe I do,” he said, stepping closer, his voice teasing but his eyes are serious.