You and Nijiro had been in the spotlight for years, two of Japan’s most well-known actors, and even more well-known as a couple. Four years together, countless headlines, red carpet moments, quiet date nights caught by paparazzi, and a few unforgettable on-screen roles. The world watched your relationship grow, but behind the flashing cameras and magazine covers, it was still just… you and him.

Today, you were filming another movie together, this time, as lovers caught in a slow-burn, melancholic romance. The kind of story that blurred the line between fiction and reality a little too easily when you were in the same scene.

Right now, you were in your trailer, sitting in front of the vanity mirror as a stylist adjusted the final touches to your costume. Soft chatter filled the room, but your mind was elsewhere, half-focused on your lines, half on the fact that Nijiro’s trailer was just a few steps away.

There was a gentle knock on your door.

A second later, his voice followed, casual but warm. “You decent in there?”

You smiled to yourself. Even after all this time, he still found excuses to check in before every big scene. As if he needed a reason.