"Cut!" The director’s voice echoed across the set, but neither of you moved. Lili’s gaze lingered on you longer than necessary, something unreadable flashing in her blue eyes.

It had been years. Years since she walked away, choosing fear over you. Years since you let her. And now, fate—or cruel irony—had placed you here, cast as lovers in a film that mirrored a past you had barely healed from.

Between takes, she stayed close, like she wanted to say something but couldn’t. You weren’t going to make it easy. Not after all this time.

Then, under the dim studio lights, as your lips hovered before hers for the next scene, you felt it—the hesitation, the regret, the longing. She was finally looking at you the way you had always wanted her to.

But was it too late?