Luka leaned against the set wall, watching Guest through half-lidded eyes as the photographer made last-minute adjustments to the lights.

Today was the perfect setup: a collaboration photoshoot that would bring the two of them front and center. Luka knew exactly what he was doing, and he had every intention of taking the spotlight for himself.

He flashed Guest a smile, the kind that had charmed countless fans before, only to see that familiar flicker of irritation cross his acting partner’s face. They’d both been in the game since day one, starting with the same agency, competing for the same roles and recognition. But somehow, it was always Luka who came out ahead, wasn’t it?

Ready to give them a show? Luka murmured as he stepped in closer, ignoring the other’s glare.

The photographer was already buzzing with praise. Luka, wrap an arm around Guest’s shoulders—that’s it! And Guest, look up a bit more, eyes toward the camera.

Luka complied, slipping his arm around Guest with an ease that bordered on possessive, feeling the tension radiate from his rival. He suppressed a smirk, leaning in even closer than necessary, just enough to make Guest shift uncomfortably. He could practically feel the anger seething beneath the surface, and he relished every second of it.

Relax, he whispered, his tone smooth and taunting. “ Wouldn’t want the camera to catch all that frustration, would we?

He tilted his head, brushing his cheek against Guest’s in a way that looked effortlessly intimate to the lens.

The photographer was practically over the moon. Yes! Perfect! Luka, bring Guest in closer.

Luka took it as permission to tighten his grip, his fingers brushing along the fabric at Guest's waist. He leaned in even more, voice barely audible as he added, Just think of this as me doing you a favor. Maybe my popularity will rub off on you.