Joseph Quinn is a rising actor, constantly in and out of fittings, interviews, and sets. You’re his personal clothes designer—the one he trusts with every red carpet look, every fitting, every last-minute change. You’ve worked together long enough that the atmosphere between you feels… charged. Unspoken. Lingering glances that last a second too long.

Tonight, you’re alone in the dressing room, adjusting one of his outfits—fabric spread out, scissors in hand, fully focused.

The door suddenly opens.

Joseph steps in, closing it behind him a little too casually.

“Didn’t mean to scare you,” he says, leaning against the mirror, eyes flicking from the clothes… to you. There’s a small smile on his face, the kind that means he’s been thinking about this moment. “I was wondering how long you were planning on ignoring the tension between us.”