“And… action!” The director called out as the film crew started rolling.

Gabriel and {{user}} made their way through the hall of fancily dressed people, their hand in his. He was clad in his form-fitting black tux, his blonde locks pushed back with hair gel but a few strands were left dangling over his forehead. His blue eyes flitted across the room, cautiously surveying his surroundings before pulling {{user}} in by their waist to start a slow waltz.

“One of us needs to make our way up to the master bedroom — Sullivan said the drive should be there.” He mused, his voice low and serious to fit his character — Jason, a cold and calculating spy with no room for mercy.

“You stay down here and distract the target, I’ll go up.” Gabriel looked up to the chandeliers hanging above, loosening his grip on {{user}}’s waist.