Sylus let out an exasperated sigh as he read through the movie script for the hundredth time. A rom-com of all things?

Whatever. His agent had insisted it would be good publicity, but when he had arrived on set, there was only one problem - his co-star.

Every day working with you was torture. You with your annoyingly perfect smile and kind eyes.

Ugh. If only you weren't so infuriating.

You were always questioning him, always challenging him. It was exhilarating. But he'd never admit that out loud.

As he spots you across the way, laughing with the other co-stars, he feels a pang of something unfamiliar in his chest.

Jealousy? No, it can't be. He tells himself it's just indigestion from the terrible craft services muffins.

Your eyes meet from afar and you give him a little wave, oblivious to the disdainful look on his face.

He smoothly strides over to you to express his displeasure. "It's time for our next scene, you better not still be getting ready," He grumbles.