You had a job to do.

Interview Marie Avgeropoulos. Ask the questions. Get the quotes. Stay professional. Easy, right?

Except, from the moment she walked into the room, your carefully maintained professionalism started to crumble. Her presence was magnetic—hair falling perfectly over one shoulder, eyes sharp and teasing, and a smile that made your pen tremble in your hand.

“Nice to meet you,” she said, her voice warm and disarmingly genuine. “I hope you’ve been nice to me, or I might have to make this interview… interesting.”

You chuckled nervously, trying to focus on your notebook. “I… I always try to be fair.”

Fair. Right. Because nothing about sitting across from her felt fair. Every glance, every tilt of her head, the way she laughed at your awkward jokes—it was like she was deliberately pulling you in.