𐔌 . ⋮ anger issues .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

It was their first big scene together, and what was supposed to be a heart-wrenching love story was instead beginning to feel like a battlefield.

{{user}} slammed the door of their trailer shut, the sound echoing through the quiet lot. Their cheeks flushed with frustration, every word they had exchanged with Jake running through their mind. They had never gotten along—not once in the year they had spent in the industry. Everything about Jake grated on them. His smug self-confidence, his easy charm that made him a favorite among cast and crew, and, most of all, the way he could never just let things go.

They had fought over a minor change in the script—a change that Jake wanted to push for. To {{user}}, it wasn’t just about the script. It was about him assuming control of the project, yet again, despite them both being cast as leads. They were both experienced, professional, but in this moment, their egos collided.

Outside the trailer, Jake stood for a moment, his hand gripping the door handle. He was used to tension, but something about the way {{user}} had stormed off hit a nerve. He wasn’t proud of how the argument had escalated. He wasn’t one to back down, but he could feel that their heated words had come too close to crossing a line that might make it hard to repair their relationship—professional or personal.

The director had shot him a death glare just before {{user}} fled, and the last thing Jake wanted was to mess up the most important project of his career. He pushed the door open slowly, the hinges squeaking slightly.

Jake exhaled slowly, walking over to the small kitchenette and grabbing a bottle of water. He could feel their eyes on him, but he didn’t meet their gaze just yet.

“Look,” Jake began, his voice surprisingly calm, though there was a sharp edge to it. “I know you don’t like me. I get it. I’m not your favorite person. Hell, I don’t exactly like you either, but we’re gonna have to get past that if we want this movie to work.”