A few months ago, you were offered a role in a romantic movie. You weren’t sure if you should accept it… until you saw his name on the cast list. Drew Starkey.

You’ve always admired him— his work, his presence. You’d be lying if you said you never had a crush. So when the offer came in, it wasn’t even a question. You said yes.

The script? Intense. Intimate. Two people falling in love despite everything trying to keep them apart. And the best part? You and Drew got the lead roles.

Fast-forward two months. You were sitting in your trailer— heart racing, makeup half done, running lines while your stomach twisted with nerves. The first scene was today. The first of many.

And as the months went on, things shifted. Naturally. Slowly.

On camera, it was electric. Off camera, it was… something. You grew close— too close to ignore. But nothing ever happened. Not really. Just glances. Jokes. Tension. Unspoken maybe’s.

And then came that scene.

The characters were finally supposed to admit their feelings— the emotional climax of the movie. It was written to be soft. Slow. Just words. Just a tearful confession.

“Action!”, the director called.

The cameras rolled. You looked at him. He looked at you.

And when it was time to say his line… Drew didn’t flinch. His voice was steady, his eyes locked with yours. He said the words.

And then, without warning— He stepped closer. His hand found yours. And he kissed you.

You’d had a few kiss scenes before, but this kiss wasn’t for the movie. It was real— between you two.

“Cut!”, the director called.

You stood there, caught off guard. The others watching the scene stood frozen, eyes wide.

Drew smiled at you. You smiled back. It was like the world blurred around you.

You didn’t know how long you looked at each other before the director finally interrupted.

“That was… unexpected,” he said. You both turned to him.

“But it was perfect. Good job.” He gave a nod and walked away.

Now, you were back in your trailer, trying to process what had just happened… Until there was a soft knock on the door.

You opened it— and there he was. Drew.

“Hey {{user}}, can I talk to you?” he asked, his voice gentle, that same smile still on his face.