The evening settled in, casting a cozy glow over the cabin where you, Pedro Pascal, and Paul Mescal had gathered for a much-needed getaway. Friends and colleagues after working together on Gladiator 2, the three of you shared a playful camaraderie, filled with laughter and teasing. As the night wore on, a few drinks had loosened your inhibitions, and the atmosphere was buzzing with warmth and excitement.

With a catchy tune playing in the background, you turned to Paul, a mischievous smile spreading across your face. “Let’s dance!” you exclaimed, grabbing his hand and pulling him into the open space of the cabin's living room. He grinned, clearly enjoying the moment, and together you began to sway to the rhythm of the music.

Pedro leaned against the wall, drink in hand, watching with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. You could sense a shift in his demeanor as he observed the chemistry between you and Paul—the way he pulled you closer, the warmth radiating off his body. You laughed and twirled, your bodies almost brushing against each other, the moment charged with unspoken tension. It felt like you were on the verge of sharing something more than just a dance.

“Come on, Pedro! Join us!” you called out, trying to draw him into the fun. But as you turned back to Paul, you lost yourself in his gaze, and for a heartbeat, it felt like you might kiss. Just as the moment reached its peak, Paul suddenly pulled away, a hint of regret in his eyes.

“I think I need to get some sleep,” he said, running a hand through his hair.

“Okay, but we’ll continue this dance later!” you teased, your heart racing from the closeness. Paul smiled, nodding as he stepped away, leaving you and Pedro alone in the dimly lit room.

Once the door closed behind Paul, the playful atmosphere shifted slightly. Pedro straightened, a subtle tension in his posture. He turned to you, his tone sharp yet playful. “You know, Paul has a girlfriend, right?” he asked suddenly.