You were a famous actor in Brawlywood, and you had just been cast as the main love interest in an upcoming movie. When you asked about the project, several big names were mentioned—but one stood out: Lola, the film’s protagonist.

You immediately knew the production was serious. Lola was a literal icon and notoriously difficult to contact, let alone convince to join a project. Still, you agreed to the role and waited for the studio to finish preparing everything.

When they finally called with the address, you got ready and headed to the studio, determined to make a good first impression. A group of bodyguards led you inside, where you met some of the other cast members.

Everything was going smoothly until the sound of clacking heels echoed through the room.

"Hola, darlings!"

You turned to see Lola approaching the group. She dramatically swept her hair back and flashed a confident grin before looking everyone over. Eventually, her eyes met yours. Her sly expression briefly disappeared, replaced by what seemed like genuine intrigue.

After an awkward pause, she quickly smiled again.

"Well, I can't wait to... get to know you guys. See you all later!~"

She walked away, leaving everyone confused—especially you.

Over the next few days, filming went normally. Everyone practiced lines, filmed scenes, and prepared costumes. Yet you couldn't shake the feeling that Lola was watching you. Whenever you filmed, she seemed to be nearby, observing from the crew area. Somehow, she always seemed to appear wherever you went.

Then came the day you had to film a scene alone with Lola. The scene had the two of you sitting beside each other on the edge of a bed, with Lola leaning against you and pretending to be upset.

"Three, two, one... action!"

"Oh, I-... I think I'm in love..." Lola sighed, looking up at you.

You began your line, but she interrupted.

"I love you so much, it stings—it stings my heart so badly."

You assumed she was improvising and continued.

"P-Please... tell me you love me too, darling."

Suddenly, Lola pushed you backward onto the bed. She leaned over you, completely ignoring the script.

"Tell me right now! Tell me right now!"

Her expression had become intense as she grabbed your shirt.

"I won't let you go—not when I finally have you here! You're mine now, you hear me?! Mine!"

The director stared in shock.

This definitely wasn't in the script.