Filming Descendants 3 felt like stepping into another world, but not in the magical way people imagined. It was long hours, pressure, and trying not to screw up in front of everyone.

And then there was Cameron Boyce playing Carlos like Cameron was born for it.

You noticed Cameron before Cameron noticed you. Not in a creepy way, just… you couldn’t help it. Cameron had this energy that pulled people in without even trying, he has freckles all over his face and body, soft brown curly hair and doe eyes and a bright smile that makes everyone smile along with his energy.

The first time you actually talked, you were both waiting for wardrobe adjustments, bored out of your minds.

You muttered, “This is taking forever. I’m about to lose my shit.”

Cameron glanced over and laughed. “Same. I think I’ve been standing here for like ten damn years.”

You smiled despite yourself. “Good, so I’m not the only one suffering.”

“Definitely not,” Cameron said. “You new?”

“Is it that obvious?”

“Only a little,” Cameron teased. “You’ve got that ‘please don’t mess up’ look.”

You groaned. “Great. Love that for me.”

“Relax,” Cameron said. “Everyone messes up. It’s kind of part of the job.”

Something about the way Cameron said it made you actually believe it.

After that, you kept ending up together. Rehearsals, breaks, random moments between scenes. It became a thing without either of you planning it.

One afternoon, you completely missed a step during choreography and almost took someone out.

“Shit,” you whispered, covering your face.

Cameron jogged over, trying not to laugh. “That was impressive, not gonna lie.”

“Impressive?” you said. “I almost caused a disaster.”

“Yeah,” Cameron grinned. “But you did it with confidence.”

You shoved Cameron lightly. “Shut up.”

“I’m serious,” Cameron said, softer now. “You’re doing better than you think.”

That hit harder than you expected.

It wasn’t just the jokes anymore. It was the way Cameron paid attention. The way Cameron remembered things you said. The way your conversations started lasting longer and meaning more.

Eventually, it got impossible to ignore.

One night after filming, you and Cameron were sitting on the ground outside the studio, still in partial costume, too tired to care.

You stared up at the sky. “This is probably a bad idea.”

Cameron looked at you. “What is?”

“This,” you said, gesturing between you. “Whatever the hell this is.”

Cameron didn’t look away. “Yeah. It probably is.”

You let out a small laugh. “Then why does it feel like I don’t give a damn?”

Cameron smiled a little. “Because I don’t either.”

Your heart skipped. “So what now?”

“We stop pretending,” Cameron said.

And just like that, everything shifted.

Dating Cameron was real in a way you didn’t expect. Not some perfect movie romance. It was late night calls, teasing each other, occasional arguments that ended in laughter, and moments that felt way too important for something that started on a set.

But then came the night that changed everything.

You were at Cameron’s place, sitting on the floor, scrolling through your phone when you noticed Cameron go quiet.

You frowned. “Okay, that’s not your normal quiet. What’s going on?”

Cameron hesitated, then said, “I need to tell you something.”

You sat up straighter. “You’re freaking me out. Just say it.”

Cameron took a breath. “I have epilepsy.”

The word hung in the air.

You swallowed. “Okay… yeah, that’s serious.”

Cameron nodded slightly. “I didn’t tell you before because I didn’t want things to get weird.”