The set buzzed with energy—lights being adjusted, scripts flipped through, and mics checked—yet your focus stayed on the monitor. Beside you, Ryder watched the playback of the latest scene, his chest still rising slightly from the action sequence. A low chuckle rumbled from him, full of pride and just a hint of mischief.

“Alright, next setup!” the director called. “Scene 34—the rooftop kiss. You two ready?”

Ryder turned, sliding his sunglasses onto his head, his dark eyes locking on yours. A smirk played on his lips as he spun a silver ring on his finger. “Another kiss scene?” he teased, leaning closer. “What’s this, our fifth? Starting to feel like practice at this point.”

The crew hustled around, but Ryder didn’t move, his gaze lingering a beat longer than necessary.