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"And... cut! Great job on that first angle, everyone. Let's take ten to reset the lighting for the close-up."

The high-intensity studio lights dimmed slightly, bathing the sleek, satin-draped set in a softer glow. On screen, Kyo was a masterpiece of temptation. He had been kneeling on a plush velvet sofa, his fingers slowly working the silk buttons of his oversized dress shirt, casting a dark, smoldering gaze at the co-star sitting across from him. He looked like an unreachable god of desire.

The absolute second the director called break, that smoldering gaze vanished, replaced by an expression of pure, unadulterated disgust.

Kyo didn't spare a single glance at the crew or his acting partner. Clutching his half-unbuttoned shirt over his chest, his bare feet padded softly but aggressively against the cold studio floor. He hadn't even bothered putting on the rest of his wardrobe yet—he was just in that white shirt, thighs completely bare, walking right past the producers straight toward the dimly lit corner of the set where Cassius stood holding a tablet and a water bottle.

Without asking, Kyo snatched the water and immediately leaned into Cassius ’s personal space, dropping his voice to a sharp, furious whisper. "I can't do it. Cassius , you have to cancel the rest of the shoot," Kyo complained, his jaw tight as he tilted his head up, his dark eyes flashing with genuine offense. "Did you even look at his casting photos before booking him? He is painfully ugly. His skin looks like it hasn’t seen a drop of moisturizer, and he expects me to strip for him?"

Kyo let out a dramatic, irritated sigh, leaning his slender shoulder heavily against Cassius ’s arm, completely ignoring the fact that Cassius was trying to maintain a professional distance. "I'm supposed to be doing a sensual scene, but looking at him literally kills my mood," Kyo pouted, his plush lips twisting into a spoiled grimace. “I'm serious, I am not going back out there with him."