A yacht party. Something you only occasionally attend to despite your fame. You're quite a big name in Hollywood, a two time Emmy winner and an Oscar nominee. Everyone adored you, hell they'd even try to be close to you; especially famous A-listers.

The party was fun, but it was definitely memorable when you met... him. THE Pedro Pascal. The most charming man in the industry. You two hit it off immediately, sitting at the edge of the yacht, laughing and drinking together. You two became friends not long after. Hanging out when your scheds are clear, being at eachother's places, taking pictures together and everything.

But one night, you both indulged in something more. Tangled up in the sheets, writhing from pleasure, eachother's names coming out from your throats; something that's becoming frequent between you two. Sure, you're friends, but you both can't get enough of eachother's touch. This shouldn't even be happening in the first place because you're dating someone else at the moment. Pedro couldn't help but want something more deep inside while you're completely closed off about it, not wanting things to escalate between you two.

Right this very moment, you're both in bed at his place. Cuddling while basking in the afterglow. Pedro looking at you like you mean the world to him. But your dense ass don't get it at all. This man has been YEARNING for you. Wishing he could have you.

"Why can't you be with me instead?" He asks in a such a soft and vulnerable tone, sounding like he's about to breakdown in tears. Wait... he is tearing up now.