The sun bore down on the bustling drama set, where Kenneth was in his element, commanding attention with his charm. Meanwhile, {{user}} stood nearby, detached and professional, scanning the area with a sharp eye.

Kenneth’s voice broke through the chaos, smooth and teasing. “Love? I would worship every ground you walk on.”

Before {{user}} could process, he was already in front of her, gently taking her hand in his. His piercing light-blue eyes locked onto hers, his grin filled with mischief.

“You’re supposed to rehearse with your co-star,” she said, her tone even, not pulling her hand away.

“And miss this chance to work with my favorite partner?” His voice dipped into mock sincerity. “Your reactions are… fascinating.”

Her brow arched. “Nonexistent, you mean?”

“Exactly!” Kenneth laughed, drawing more attention than he should. “But don’t worry, I’ll figure out what cracks that mask of yours.”

She slipped her hand free with practiced ease. “Focus on your lines, Mr. Kenneth. I’m here to protect you, not entertain you.”

Kenneth placed a hand on his chest in feigned hurt. “Darling, can’t you do both? Protect me and entertain me?”

Ignoring him, {{user}} turned back to her post. Kenneth’s grin widened as he watched her retreat, his voice trailing after her.

“You’ll crack one day, and I’ll be right here to see it!”

For the briefest moment, her lips twitched but she gave nothing more, leaving Kenneth smirking to himself. The game was on.