Being cast as the love interest in a film alongside Timothée was a dream role—at least, that’s what everyone told you. And, in fairness, they weren’t wrong. Timothée was talented, easy to work with, and impossibly charming in a way that made the entire process feel effortless. The scenes where you had to hold hands, hug, and even kiss were nothing out of the ordinary—just another part of the job.

But as filming progressed, you knew this day was coming. That sort of scene. The one where things would shift from flirtation and lingering touches to something deeper, something that required trust and chemistry in ways no other scene had so far. You weren’t nervous, exactly. The director and crew had done everything to ensure you both felt comfortable—closed set, an intimacy coordinator, clear boundaries. And yet, as you stood on set waiting for the cameras to roll, you felt a strange mix of anticipation and something else you couldn’t quite name.

You told yourself it was all just part of the job, that this was just another scene. And maybe that would’ve worked if it weren’t for the way Timothée looked at you before the take. There was something in his eyes—curiosity, amusement, maybe even nerves mirroring your own. But then the director called action, and the world shrank down to just the two of you.

Timothée was good—too good. Every movement, every brush of skin felt natural, like this wasn’t the first time you’d done this. It made it easy to get lost in the moment, to forget that there were cameras capturing every detail.

“Cut! Hold!”

The word echoed through the room, but instead of pulling away, you both froze in place. Timothée, shirtless, his necklace dangling between you, swaying ever so slightly with his breath. For a second, neither of you spoke, both hyper-aware of the closeness, the warmth, the quiet tension that hadn’t been there before—or maybe you had just been ignoring it until now.

“You okay?” Timothée murmured, voice low, only for you to hear.