You’re sitting under the studio lights, your nerves trying their best not to show. Across from you is David Corenswet — taller than you'd imagined, jawline carved like marble, and eyes that somehow look more intense off-camera.

The director calls for another take. The kiss scene. Your very first on-screen kiss, and it’s with him.

He leans in again, staying in character — that deep, velvet voice of his whispering the lines like they were meant for you alone.

“You don’t trust me,” he says, brushing a thumb against your cheek like the script demands.

You exhale slowly. “Should I?”

His smirk breaks character for a split second. “That wasn’t the line.”

“Neither was that look in your eyes,” you fire back, refusing to break eye contact.

The cameras roll. You fall into the moment, lips brushing in a slow, charged kiss that has the entire crew holding their breath.

When the director yells “Cut,” David doesn’t pull away right away.

“I think we should rehearse it again,” he says, voice low, teasing.