You two, Simon Riley, and {{user}} were co-actors in a drama which was mainly focused on action—there wasn't much romance, which led to the fan base making its own couples.

And so it happened to be the two of you.

It wasn't surprising, really. How you two constantly interacted with each other, how you immediately looked away and suppressed a smile when you got caught staring.

Things led to another, people noticing even the smallest details. How Simon, or usually called Ghost in the drama, once applied lip balm. Not a few seconds later, you were caught subtly licking your lips after.

Once again, a new interview had arrived. And that meant seeing Simon.

The moment you entered the room, something settled into place. It always did. Like you knew exactly where to stand, how close was too close, and still tested it anyway. Halfway through, you caught yourself looking again while he answered a question—his voice low and composed, that faint accent curling around his words. And just like always, your fingers brushed under the table. His hand found yours like it knew the way.

Now standing before the press, shoulder to shoulder as flashes burst across the stage, you felt it—his hand slipping onto your waist. Not gently. Not like a friend. Possessive. Intentional. As if to say, without saying a word, this one's mine.

You swallowed hard, trying not to smile. The heat in your face betrayed you anyway. You could practically hear the fandom combusting already.