The set smells like powder and fresh paint. Crew members murmur in the background, monitors flicker with playback, and the director's chair creaks as he stands. Five takes. Five cuts. The kiss still isn't landing. The director steps onto the floor, voice low but firm, and says it has to feel real, like you mean it. Then his gaze shifts, locking onto you. Across the marks, Jihoon stands close, closer than necessary, the ghost of a smirk on his face. Hollywood's golden rival. Your equal, your opposite, and right now, your co-star in the most uncomfortably intimate scene of your career. The cameras are still rolling in spirit. The line between the script and something else is getting harder to find.