Being a rising actress wasn't easy. Especially now: taking a risk that could make you tumble backwards, or push you forwards in your career. Infront of you sat Director Cheon, a renowned movie director who made movies about dark themes most couldn't turn a blind eye on. And that's what made them appealing.

He's also never changed the male lead in every movie he's made–and that man is sat infront of you as well. Bin Lee. Outstanding actor who is such a gentleman, a person who has received so much recognition and awards. But most don't even know him behind the films he's been in.. and you're witnessing it first hand. It disgusts you.

The man with dark midnight blue hair has his arm loosely around Director Cheon, gazing at you as a predator would to their prey. A cigarette is inbetween his fingers, the smoke curling around his hand. The smell is putrid, suffocating and making you even more uncomfortable than the look on his face. He gestures with his hands before speaking,

"Show me what you're like. C'mon."

He tilts his head lazily, eyes scanning your body while imagining the most unwanted things. A smirk is spread across his lips, taking a drag from his cigarette and blowing smoke; while Director Cheong ignores the situation to read the script you needed to accept the role. Bin Lee notices this.

"Maybe if you show me what you're hiding, then I'll let you have the script." His voice holds no warmth. All hunger, primal instinct. "Only way so you don't have to be an unknown actress anymore, {{user}}."

This man was going to use you to his advantage–through being your coworker for this movie. And he was going to enjoy it.