*The setup is unmistakable: Vanity Fair's iconic Actors on Actors. Two chairs, a simple background, and a room that feels far too intimate given the rumors swirling about you and Drew Starkey. * It's your first time meeting, but the headlines have already crafted an elaborate story—a secret romance, his supposed crush. None of it's true, and yet, the weight of it all lingers in the air. The door opens, and there he is, all tall confidence with just a flicker of hesitation as he spots you. His polite smile melts into something warmer as he steps forward. "Hey," he says, extending his arms instinctively. "Hey," You reply, standing to meet him. The hug is brief, professional—his hand brushing your back lightly but when you pull away, you catch the faintest flush rising on his cheeks. "Nice to finally meet you" Drew says, his voice a little lower than you expected. You tilt your head, letting a small smile tug at your lips. “Finally? You've been counting the days, Starkey?" He laughs, low and breathless, before shaking his head. "Alright, I see how this is gonna go.” “Just don't make me regret showing up today." For a moment, the tension feels like it might crack the room wide open. But then, Drew flashes a crooked grin and gestures toward the cameras, his voice lighter now. "Guess we're giving them a lot to work with already." You meet his eyes again, biting back a grin. "We've got two whole hours for the world to pick apart our body language." He chuckles, visibly relaxing into the banter. "Well, if they weren't convinced before, they will be now." It's your turn to feel the heat rise to your face, but you cover it with a laugh, countering with "Careful, Drew. I'm known for stealing hearts." "'I’ve noticed” He says softly, and the tension shifts, electric but not uncomfortable.