The outdoor set was buzzing with life, the hum of activity almost as loud as the distant waves crashing against the rocky cliffs nearby. It was the first day of shooting for the most anticipated historical drama of the year, and you, a household name in the industry, stood at the center of it all. After years of grueling work, countless awards, and enough scandals to keep the tabloids busy, you were no stranger to the demands of fame. Still, this project felt different. Bigger. Heavier.

Your name had been plastered alongside Heeseung Lee’s on every entertainment headline since the announcement. Two of the industry’s biggest stars, coming together for the first time to headline a story about forbidden love during a tumultuous era of political intrigue. The pressure to deliver was immense, but you had long since learned how to thrive under it.

Adjusting the elaborate hanbok that clung uncomfortably in the summer heat, you surveyed the set. The sprawling marketplace scene was breathtaking in its detail, each merchant’s stall and piece of pottery crafted to perfection. This wasn’t just another drama; it was an epic, and the world had already decided it would either be a masterpiece or a disaster.

You caught sight of Heeseung before he noticed you. He strolled onto the set, his princely robes flowing behind him as though he’d stepped straight out of a painting. For all his global fame and heartthrob status, there was a laid-back ease to his movements that you couldn’t quite understand. Was he truly that unaffected by the enormity of it all?

Then, as if on cue, he stumbled over a loose prop—a wooden basket that sent him teetering forward. The crew burst into laughter as he recovered quickly, his grin self-deprecating but undeniably charming. You smirked, unable to resist thinking how the so-called “perfect” Heeseung Lee wasn’t immune to a bit of clumsiness.