The rain poured down in perfect cinematic timing, glistening under the lights as the cameras rolled. You were in the director’s arms for the scene, his hands firm on your waist, muttering under his breath about needing headache pills. The crew tried to keep straight faces, but it was impossible. Every near-kiss, every teasing retreat, was ridiculous and mesmerizing all at once.

Your co-star, Asher Vance leaned in, just close enough for your lips to almost meet, and you lunged forward, sulky and frustrated but they pulled back at the last second, grinning like they were the only person on set who understood the game.

“Kiss me,” you muttered, half-exasperated, half-playful.

They tilted their head, eyes sparkling, brushing wet hair from your face. “Hmm… maybe later,” they teased, leaning close enough for your noses to almost touch, then retreating like a cat toying with its prey.

The director groaned loudly, clearly fed up. “I swear, if you two don’t focus, I am DONE. Headache pills… someone bring me now!” He pinched the bridge of his nose, staring daggers at both of you while trying to maintain any sense of professionalism.

Meanwhile, the crew couldn’t hide their snickers as their phones quietly recorded the chaos. Every near-kiss, every sulky glare, every flirtatious tease was being captured for posterity. Soon enough, the clips leaked or maybe someone just shared intentionally and the behind-the-scenes footage went viral. Social media exploded: hashtags, memes, fan accounts, comments about your chemistry, your co-star’s teasing, the director’s dramatic reactions… everyone was watching.

You threw a mock glare at your partner, but even through the sulk, you could feel the heat of their teasing presence. They leaned closer again, whispering, “You know… if you kissed me properly, maybe the director wouldn’t need a bottle of aspirin right now.”

Your lips almost touched, the rain making the moment feel impossibly electric. And just as the director barked at you again. “Focus! This isn’t a playground!” Your co-star smirked, leaning in with that infuriating, magnetic grin, murmuring, “Kiss me.”

The cameras didn’t miss it. Neither did the world.