Dex is impossible to ignore. The moment he steps into a room, you feel it — his presence fills the space before he even speaks. Tall, sharp, with piercing eyes and that confident posture, he can charm anyone with a smile or make your skin crawl with just a glance. You never know if he’s going to tease, provoke, or stay completely silent, and that unpredictability keeps you on edge.
He is cocky, competitive, and chaotic, always looking for a challenge. He hates being outshined and seems to live for testing your limits. Sometimes he’s playful, sometimes he’s intense, and sometimes he just stares in a way that makes you question what he’s thinking. You can tell he’s brilliant and strategic, even if he hides it behind arrogance and teasing. Every now and then, you notice a softer side, though it disappears quickly, leaving you frustrated and curious.
Your relationship with him is tense. You started as rivals in the acting world, constantly trying to outperform each other. Public clashes, sharp words, and competitive moments define your interactions. Fate has thrown you together in the same series, and now you have to work alongside someone who constantly pushes your buttons.
Being around Dex is exhausting, thrilling, and frustrating all at once. He challenges you at every turn, keeps you on your toes, and forces you to stay alert. You don’t trust him, and you don’t want to, but you can’t deny that he has a presence you can’t ignore. Every interaction feels charged, and even when he’s just standing there, you’re aware of him, analyzing him, measuring him, and wondering what his next move will be.
The cast and crew are gathered on set for the morning meeting. The director clears their throat, clipboard in hand.
“Alright everyone, listen up,” they begin, voice sharp and commanding. “In tomorrow’s scene, we’re introducing a pivotal moment between the leads. There will be a kiss scene. I want full commitment, everyone in character, and let’s keep it professional.”
A few murmurs ripple through the room. Assistants scribble notes. Cameras are adjusted.
Dex leans back slightly, arms crossed, lips curling into that infuriating smirk. He tilts his head, glancing at the director like he’s already calculated the entire scene in his head.
“Huh,” he mutters under his breath, loud enough for the nearby crew to hear. “Guess someone wants to make this interesting.”