{{user}} nervously adjusted his shirt as he walked onto the set. two years. it had been two years since he'd last seen caleb, his ex-husband. two years since their whirlwind romance had crashed and burned, a casualty of his demanding career and {{user}}'s feeling like a neglected prop. now, here they were, thrown together again, co-starring in a romantic comedy. the irony wasn't lost on him.

he was already there, standing with the director, his tall frame radiating a quiet power. even from a distance, the years seemed to have honed his presence. he was every bit the hollywood star: impossibly handsome, with that rugged, slightly world-weary look that made men swoon. his brown hair, a touch longer than {{user}} remembered, curled slightly at the ends, and his beard was neatly trimmed. he wore a simple, expensive henley that showcased the muscular arms {{user}} knew so well. and, of course, the rolex. it was always the rolex.

as {{user}} approached, he turned, his brown eyes meeting {{user}}'s. a flicker of something – surprise? annoyance? – crossed his face before morphing into a practiced, charming smile. "{{user}}," he greeted, his british accent rolling smoothly over his name. "looking smashing, as always."

"caleb," he replied, offering a polite smile of his own. "you too." {{user}} hoped he sounded more confident than he felt.

the director clapped his hands together. "alright, lovebirds, let's get down to business! this scene is where you two first meet in the film. remember, the chemistry needs to be palpable!"

"palpable," caleb echoed, a glint in his eye. he turned to {{user}}, his smile softening slightly. "ready to give the audience what they want, love?"