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A Spark in the Spotlight

Author: RAJI
last update Last Updated: 2025-04-02 20:18:51

An industry party tonight felt more like a pressure cooker than I ever thought it would. As I moved through the crowd of Hollywood's elite, the lights, the music, and the incessant hum of laughter and conversation all blended together. The talk about our "chemistry" persisted like a tenacious stain even after everything that had transpired on set and the online backlash. It was now the story of the day, not just a rumour.

As usual, I arrived fashionably late and slipped into a quiet corner of The Skyline's upscale rooftop bar. A false background of tranquilly was created by the soft murmur of conversation and the city lights that glowed like far-off stars. As I mentally readied myself for yet another round of public appearances that now felt more like interrogations, I gripped my drink tightly in an attempt to calm myself.

Then I saw him, almost as if fate had drawn me to him. Julian.

He had that alluring smile on his lips, his dark hair perfectly tousled, and he was laughing with a group of powerful producers. My stomach twisted with jealousy at that precise moment. Seeing him so at ease in a social setting made me acutely aware of how much he had managed to charm the industry—and the public—even after everything. It wasn’t just the movie, or that stolen kiss; it was the aura he exuded effortlessly.

I took a deep breath and decided to get closer, not just as a professional, but because I needed answers. The irony wasn’t lost on me: while the cameras and tweets were devouring every nuance of our off-set interactions, here I was, trying to confront the man behind the headlines in the midst of a glamorous party.

I navigated through clusters of well-dressed guests until I was within earshot of his conversation. His laugh was rich, and his eyes sparkled with mischief as he exchanged a few words with a woman whose elegance rivaled his own. I couldn’t help but notice how she leaned in a little too close, her hand occasionally brushing against his arm. The sight sent a jolt through me, and I clenched my jaw. I knew I had every right to be protective—though I’d been adamant about keeping things strictly professional.

Before I could formulate a plan to intervene, Julian excused himself from the group. I followed his movements through the crowd, my heart pounding with a mixture of jealousy and something else I wasn’t entirely ready to admit. As if sensing my approach, Julian’s eyes scanned the room. For a split second, they locked onto mine, and I felt that same intensity that had haunted me since the on-set kiss. But then he turned away, and I wasn’t sure if he was acknowledging me or simply being polite.

I made my way toward him, trying to appear casual, but my pulse raced as if I were sprinting instead. “Julian,” I said softly, stopping a few feet away.

He turned, an amused smile tugging at his lips. “Ethan. Didn’t expect to see you here tonight.” His tone was light, but the glint in his eyes was hard to ignore.

“Yeah, well, couldn’t pass up the party,” I replied, forcing a laugh that sounded more brittle than I intended. “It’s been… interesting, watching the news cycle these days.”

He nodded slowly. “The internet never sleeps, does it?” He glanced over his shoulder at the departing group, where the elegant woman was already speaking animatedly with another guest. “I suppose the rumors about us have taken on a life of their own.”

I took a step closer. “They have. And I’m not entirely comfortable with how… personal they’ve become.” My voice was low, laced with the unspoken accusations that had been building since the leaked video. I was careful, though—I didn’t want to cause a scene in front of everyone here.

Julian’s smile faded a fraction, replaced by an expression that was equal parts amusement and something more guarded. “Personal, huh?” he said. “Tell me, Ethan, what exactly do you find so unsettling about all this?” His eyes searched mine, challenging me to speak truthfully.

I hesitated. “It’s not just about the press or the online frenzy. It’s about what’s really going on between us.” I paused, swallowing hard as the words hit the back of my throat. “I can’t keep pretending it’s all just acting.”

For a moment, silence stretched between us. The distant hum of conversation, the clink of glasses, and the occasional burst of laughter around us all faded into insignificance. In that private bubble of confrontation, it was just the two of us.

Julian’s gaze softened ever so slightly. “I’ve been thinking about that, too,” he said quietly. “But we’re caught in a storm, Ethan. The media, the expectations… It’s hard to know where the truth ends and the performance begins.”

Before I could reply, a familiar voice sliced through the moment. “Ethan, darling, there you are!” It was the elegant woman from earlier—Caroline, a well-known entertainment journalist with a reputation for stirring the pot. She approached with an overly bright smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

Julian’s attention shifted momentarily, and I noticed his arm briefly wrap around her in a friendly gesture. The sight ignited a flare of jealousy that I struggled to suppress. Caroline’s presence in our conversation wasn’t unexpected at an industry party, but her interest in me—and by extension, our rumored connection—had always been a sore spot.

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