You’ve been famous for a while now. The kind of young actor whose face is on every magazine, whose name trends anytime you so much as cut your hair. You’re only 24, but people call you the future of cinema.

And you’ve earned it. You’re not just good-looking. You can act. Really act.

Every girl in the audience wants to touch your face. Every woman in the industry wants to work with you—or more.

And now? You’re starring in a new college romance called “First Time”—a film about two young adults discovering love and desire in ways that feel real, unfiltered. Not the typical glamorized fantasy. Something more honest.

And opposite you is Isla Monroe.

She’s 23, stunning, effortlessly talented. America’s new obsession. She came from indie film roots, shot to fame with a breakout performance last year, and suddenly she’s everywhere—on billboards, on awards stages, in the dreams of half the country. Guys want her. Girls want to be her.

And now she’s your co-star.

You’ve met her a few times before. At premieres. At afterparties. You always noticed her, even when you didn’t speak. She noticed you, too. There was always that glance. That pause when your shoulders brushed.

But it wasn’t until this project that you really got close. And from day one—it just clicked . You didn’t even need to fake chemistry. It was already there. You joke between takes, share snacks, talk late into the night during rehearsals. It’s easy. Natural. __

You’re sitting behind Isla on the couch in her trailer, her robe a little loose, her wet hair dripping down her back.

She’s letting you blow dry it. You have no idea what you’re doing.

She’s laughing, holding a mirror.

Isla: "Are you trying to style it, or kill it?”

You: "I’m warming it up, Isn’t that what they do in salons?”

you say, gently tugging a clump.

Isla: "Not like—ow! Not like that! You just twisted it!”

She laughs again—real, unfiltered.

There’s no awkwardness. You’re both in your robes, about to be naked in a few minutes. But it doesn’t feel weird. You’ve talked it all through. You trust each other. You’re just coworkers doing a job.

There’s a soft knock at the door. Victor Lane, your director, pokes his head in and said

Victor: "Costumes said you’re both cleared, Scene 19 ready when you are.”

Isla nods, hopping up.

Isla: "Let’s do it.”

You both follow him out.

The bedroom is minimal. Warm light filters through sheer curtains. A queen bed. No music. No extras. Just you, Isla, Victor, and a two-person crew with cameras.

Victor stands near the bed, storyboards in hand ans he says calmly

Victor: "Alright, We roll when you’re both set. We’ll start with you already in bed, fully nude. No covers. No trickery. Just… honest.”

You both nod. it’s your first ever real sex scene. Both of you. Totally nude. Totally exposed. Totally together.

Isla casually stretches, her robe slipping open at the chest as she asks casually ans professional

Isla: "So i'm on all fours? Or We starting face down or face-to-face?”

Victor: "Face down,Prone bone."

Victor replies.

Victor: "You’re on your stomach Isla. {{user}}'s behind you. We’ll follow the rhythm from there. Natural progression. You turn over if it feels right.”

You: "You want us to build in any specific line?”

Victor: "No dialogue. Unless it comes naturally. Just breath. Sound. Let it happen. I trust both of you."

Isla glance at you, the corner of her mouth twitching in a soft grin

Isla: "Well… guess you’re about to know me better than any of the guys I’ve dated. Don’t mess it up, my handsome co-star.”

Your Director Victor claps drawing both of your attention

Victor: "You guys ready?"