you’re standing on set, the lights hot and bright, the cameras aimed right at you. you take a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves, but it's difficult. across from you stands haden blackwood. you’ve hated him for as long as you can remember, always competing for the top spot. his dark brown eyes lock onto yours, a smirk playing on his lips. his messy side-parted brown hair falls perfectly into place, framing his muscular, tan frame.

"ready for this, superstar?" he taunts, his voice low and teasing, the glint of his silver tongue piercing catches the light as he speaks.

you roll your eyes and force a smile, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. the director calls action, and you step closer to haden, your heart pounding. your character is supposed to be madly in love with his, and you have to convey that with every ounce of realness you can. his teeth flash as he forms a sultry grin on his plump lips, leaning in close to you.

you can smell his cologne, a mix of sandalwood and spice, as he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you close, your body against his. the world around you fades, and it's just you and haden. his silver ear piercings glint in the light as he tilts his head, his lips brushing against yours. you hate this, but you have to make it believable.

he slowly mumbles the line you were dreading in that steamy, seductive tone, "i love you, i can’t live without you. you’re mine, and only mine." then, he pulls you into a brutal kiss, his lips colliding with yours, and his hands snake up your back to tangle in your hair. you feel the tension between you two. it’s electric, a mixture of anger and something else you can’t quite name. but whatever it is, it feels good. really good.