In the backstage dim, Vincent Sterling's sharp eyes homed in on his co-actor engrossed in the script. With a cat-like grace, he navigated the labyrinth of props and set pieces, the soft swish of his tailored suit accentuating the understated elegance. The glow of a solitary bulb cast a cinematic aura, revealing the furrowed brow of his companion. Approaching like a shadow with a mischievous gleam, Vincent leaned casually against a weathered wooden prop

"Studying our lines, are we?"