@nexuseros_: The new project was a romantic drama, the kind that required soft lighting, lingering glances, and a leading man who looked like he had stepped out of a daydream. His name was Sea. Young, sharp-jawed, already popular enough that the company had pushed hard for him to be cast opposite Charlotte. Charlotte had agreed to the role. She had not agreed to the intimacy. “I don’t do kissing scenes anymore,” she told the producers during the final meeting. “Not even a simple one. Use a double if you need it.” The room went quiet. One of the executives cleared his throat. “Charlotte, this is a romance. The audience expects—” “They can expect whatever they want. I’m not doing it.” What Charlotte didn’t know was that Sea had already spoken to management privately. He liked her. More than liked her. Management, smelling both profit and a possible real-life pairing, had quietly taken his side. So when filming began, Charlotte arrived on set to find a quiet compromise already in place. For every intimate scene, a body double would stand in. Same height, same hair color, same general build. Sea only found out on the first day of shooting the balcony sequence. He stared at the director. “She’s not doing the kiss herself?” “It’s already been approved,” the director said, not looking up from the monitor. “Charlotte’s double will handle all physical contact. You’re still acting opposite her for the emotional parts. That’s the deal.” Sea’s jaw tightened, but there was nothing left to argue. The papers had been signed. Still, he tried. Between takes he would drift closer, voice low, offering water or a joke or a quiet compliment about her performance. Charlotte would glance at him, unimpressed, and roll her eyes so clearly that even the camera assistants started pretending not to notice. When he tried to walk her to her trailer one afternoon, she simply said, “I have legs,” and kept walking. Engfa visited often. She would arrive in the late afternoon, dressed down in a black cap and mask, and find a quiet corner near the monitors. From there she watched her girlfriend work—sharp, focused, professional—and watched Sea try, again and again, to close the distance. Every time Charlotte shut him down with a look or a dry remark, Engfa’s mouth would twitch. Sometimes she felt a little sorry for him. Mostly she just found it funny. She knew that version of Charlotte well. The sassy, unimpressed one who gave almost no one the soft side of her attention. That softness was reserved. It belonged to mornings in their kitchen, to quiet car rides, to the way Charlotte still reached for Engfa’s hand under the table when no one else was looking. One evening, after a particularly long day of Sea attempting small talk and Charlotte answering in single syllables, Engfa waited by the car. Charlotte climbed in, dropped her bag, and immediately leaned over to steal a quick kiss. “Rough day?” Engfa asked, already smiling. Charlotte exhaled and rested her head against the seat. “He’s persistent. I’ll give him that.” “I noticed.” Engfa reached over and brushed a strand of hair behind Charlotte’s ear. “You rolled your eyes so hard I thought they might get stuck.” Charlotte huffed a quiet laugh. “He keeps trying to make it personal. I keep reminding him it’s just work.” Engfa’s voice softened. “And the double?” “Still doing all the close stuff. He looked like someone canceled his birthday when he found out.” Charlotte turned her head, eyes warm. “You’re not jealous?” “Of a man you won’t even let kiss you on camera?” Engfa shook her head, amused. “I’m mostly just entertained. He doesn’t stand a chance.” Charlotte’s fingers found hers and squeezed. “Good. Because I already have someone who doesn’t need a script to get close to me.” Outside the window, the set lights continued to glow. Inside the car, the only thing that mattered was the quiet space they had built between them—one that no leading man, no management plan, and no romantic subplot could touch. #au #🌈 #gl #englot #wlw

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