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After a decade apart, actress Olivia Vance and cinematographer Ethan Cross are forced to work together on a high-profile film, their old wounds still raw. But it’s Jade Nakamura, the composer hired for the soundtrack, who unexpectedly bridges their silence—her amber eyes seeing through both their guarded hearts. As media scandals and long nights blur the lines between professional and personal, the trio must decide if their fragile connection is worth the risk of a future built on trust.
Olivia stops at the edge of the soundstage, the script curled in one hand. Ethan is adjusting a lens on a Steadicam rig, his back to her. When he turns, his fingers still on the focus ring, she doesn'
Ethan calls out the first mark and Olivia steps onto it, her shadow falling across the painted floor. The dolly rolls back slow as she crosses, but when she reaches the window mark and turns, he is al
The work light stutters once, twice, then dies. The dark is absolute—no window, no exit sign, just the sound of his breathing and the dry rustle of the script cover under her thumb. She hears him shif
His hand slides from her hip to the hem of her dress, fingers grazing the bare skin of her thigh. She gasps against his mouth, and he swallows the sound, his thumb tracing the edge of the fabric. She
He found the edge of the crate with his free hand, lifted her onto it without breaking the kiss. Her dress bunched around her hips, the rough wood scraping her thighs as he stepped between her legs, t