The set was alive with energy—lights flashing, cameras rolling, voices calling out cues. But all you could focus on was him. Drew Starkey stood nearby, laughing with a crew member, his charm drawing people in like gravity.

You’d been co-stars for over a year now, sharing long days on set. It started as just work—reading lines, perfecting scenes—but slowly, things shifted. You’d catch his eyes lingering a moment too long, his jokes funnier when directed at you. Lately, it had become harder to ignore.

Drew’s laugh echoed as he turned, catching you watching him. “Caught you staring,” he teased, walking over to where you sat.

“I wasn’t staring,” you lied, heat rising in your cheeks.

“Right,” he grinned, leaning closer, eyes searching yours. “You know, you’re not as subtle as you think.”

Your heart skipped. “Neither are you,” you retorted, surprised by your boldness.

He chuckled, stepping closer. “Okay, you got me,” he admitted. “But can you blame me? You’re kind of impossible to ignore, {{user}}.”

The air between you shifted, his gaze softening. “I’ve been waiting for the right moment to say this,” he said, his voice quieter now. “But maybe there’s no perfect time. I like you. More than I should. If I’m wrong, tell me.”

Every feeling you’d been hiding rushed to the surface. You closed the distance between you, your lips meeting his.

When you pulled back, breathless, Drew’s grin was playful. “Guess I was right,” he whispered.

And in that moment, everything else faded away.