Ethan’s POV
It should have felt like a career milestone to land a leading role in a major LGBTQ+ romance movie. This type of opportunity shaped the careers of the majority of actors. an opportunity to contribute to something greater than themselves, something that might inspire viewers, shatter stereotypes, and possibly earn an Oscar nomination. However, for me? Now that I was forced to work with Julian Cross, that was all I could think about. Three days after the chemistry read, the formal call was made. At precisely 7:00 AM, my agent Lauren practically vibrated through the phone to call me. "You got the part, Ethan! Julian and you— Before she could finish, I hung up. First Day of Filming: Table Read I was fifteen minutes late to Silverlight Studios, partly due to traffic, but primarily because I had given calling in sick some serious thought. When I arrived, Julian was already seated at the table, sipping another cup of the pretentious artisanal coffee he always carried, and he looked ridiculously rested. His gaze flickered over the cup's rim to me. "Good to have you here," he muttered. I slid into my seat, ignoring him. The director, screenwriters, studio executives, and other members of the cast were all present in the room. The director, James Alden, one of Hollywood's most renowned independent filmmakers, was sitting next to Rebecca Moreau, the casting director who had pushed me into this mess. James cleared his throat. "All right, let us get started." As the assistant director distributed the scripts, I forced myself not to scowl at my name. Lucas Whitmore is the character. Julian used a different name for his script. Adrian Wells is the character. The two main characters in Heart's Requiem are Lucas and Adrian. Two rivals from childhood became unexpected lovers. Really, if I had not been battling the overwhelming urge to choke Julian Cross right now, it would have been poetic. The thick, nearly 130-page script in front of me was chock-full of dialogue that would soon become ingrained in my being. Scene 12—our first major argument in the movie—is what I flipped to. Julian leaned slightly towards me and muttered, "Try not to screw this up, Hale," as if he had noticed. I narrowed my eyes as I turned to face him. "I hope all of your lines are forgotten." He smiled. That is very cute. You believe I need a script in order to surpass you. James cut me off just as I was about to retort. "All right, let us start with the introductions before proceeding directly to the initial read-through. Why do not you begin, Ethan and Julian, since you are our leads? Julian was the first to lean forward, acting like a damn politician and showing off his award-winning charm. Julian Cross. I portray Adrian Wells, a devastatingly attractive and incredibly complex character who falls in love with his fiercest rival. I laughed a little dryly. That is amusing. In the character description, I did not see the word "narcissist." Julian grinned as the room laughed. Hale, it is known as method acting. You ought to give it a go sometime. I gave an eye roll. Hale, Ethan. I portray Lucas Whitmore, a serious, committed actor who has to put up with a lot of pain while working. One more chuckle. In mock offence, Julian covered his chest with his hand. "You seem to mean 'romantic co-lead.'" I gave him a glance. "If that is how you fall asleep at night." James rubbed his temples and sighed. "And for that reason, we cast you two." Reading the Scene: Tension Both On and Off the Page As we opened our scripts and turned to Scene 3, one of the opening scenes in the movie where Lucas and Adrian first meet after years apart, the room fell silent. I took a breath, letting go of my annoyance. Acting, concentration, and professionalism. This is something I could do. The silence was broken first by Julian's voice. "I did not think you would show up," said Adrian. I looked up at him again after glancing down at my lines. "You think that little of me?" said Lucas. Julian let out a breath, adopting Adrian's persona with such ease that I found it annoying. "I believe you are the same as you have always been," said Adrian. stubborn. Careless. Always fleeing as soon as things become too real. In real life as well as in character, I felt my jaw tighten. Julian was really annoying because of this. His ability to turn any line into a personal jab. But I was not going to give up. I lowered my voice and looked him in the eye. LUCAS: "You? You behave as though you are superior to everyone else, but you are just as cowardly as I am. Julian's expression hardened as his fingers twitched against the table. The room's tension changed. People leaned in because of the tangible energy. My own heartbeat was the only sound I could hear for a brief moment. Then Julian grinned. He had the type of smirk that indicated he was well-versed in his craft. And he was having fun with it. He turned the page and muttered, "Not bad, Hale." "Not bad at all." The Nightmare Begins on the First Day of Filming When the first official shooting day came around, I was in for a rude awakening if I thought the table read was bad. I was thrown into makeup, wardrobe, and an extremely tight suit jacket that I was 99 percent certain Julian had something to do with before I had even finished my morning coffee. I tugged at my collar, and he teased, "Looking sharp, Hale." I scowled. “Die.” Julian laughed with such ease that it seemed as though he was not going to film a romantic drama with strong emotions. The schedule for the day was full. Scene 5: At the gala, Lucas and Adrian get into a furious argument. I had precisely seven days to figure out how not to go completely crazy because our first real intimate scene was set for next week. James clapped his hands together as we were seated on the set. "All right, the initial shot. Let us make it worthwhile. The cameras started rolling. The world dimmed. I also got into character. However, as I scowled at Julian from the other side of the tastefully furnished set, I could not get rid of the thought that this movie—this dumb, absurd movie—was going to alter everything.Ethan’s POVPart of the job was attending press events.Pretending I was not slowly dying inside after three hours of nonstop PR, answering the same five questions from reporters who pretended to care about anything other than a headline, and smiling for flashing cameras—I would done dozens of these before.However, nothing—I mean nothing—could have prepared me for this tour of the press.Not with Julian Cross as my co-star.Not when we had to pretend to be best friends for the movie's sake.And certainly not when everyone was fixated on our alleged "rivalry."I realised we were in trouble as soon as we entered the press conference room.The Quiet Before the StormThe place was full.The entire room was filled with rows of reporters, flashing cameras, and fans who had somehow gotten inside.Our designated seats were marked with nameplates on a long table that spanned the stage at the front of the room.I was positioned directly next to Julian.We were, of course.I glanced at the cast
Ethan’s POVIt was supposed to be simple to act.I had previously kissed people on-screen. I had previously experienced on-screen love. I have even shared sexy, heart-pounding moments with some of the most gorgeous celebrities in Hollywood.However, this?There was more to this.Because I had to pretend—no, persuade an entire audience—that I was in love with Julian Cross, who stood in front of me with half-lidded eyes and a smirk that was barely concealed by his carefully manicured face.Worse?I was secretly beginning to question whether it was all a lie.Chemistry, Lights, and CameraOur director, James Alden, paced in front of us and declared, "Okay, this is a big moment." "The kiss is not the only intimate moment in the scene. It is all about the build-up and the tension. The point at which your characters eventually cave in.Like experts, Julian and I nodded.Like two actors who would have no trouble completing this scene.As if we had not unintentionally contributed to dating ru
I did not even realise I was holding my breath until Julian vanished from the set.This was not how I was supposed to feel.There was only a scene. A prearranged kiss. Not much more.Even so, the memory of his touch still caused my lips to tingle and my skin to burn. I could hardly hear the crew members adjusting the set for another take, but the world around me was buzzing.I could only hear the pounding of my own heartbeat.I had to breathe.I pivoted on my heel and made my way to my trailer without giving the cameras another look.Behind Closed DoorsI just managed to get inside before closing the door and pressing my hands to the counter.Take a breath. Simply take a breath.Although the caravan was silent, my thoughts were not. The weight of his hands on me and his body against mine was still palpable.What on earth was that?I had kissed many actors in the past. This scene was far more intimate than any I had done. However, none of them had ever left me feeling so raw, shaken, a
The following day, filming resumed, but the mood on set had changed.Since our heated exchange in my caravan, Julian and I had been able to keep our distance from one another, but I could sense him—his presence was unavoidable, like an electric charge in the air.The fact that everyone seemed to notice something different about our last take did not help either.The filmmaker had been overjoyed. "That was amazing! The tension and passion are just what we need.I had overheard some crew members whispering behind their clipboards and exchanging knowing glances. And now I could hear the buzz of excitement all around us as we stood under the bright set lights for another take of the same scene.They had an expectation.They hoped we would be able to re-capture the magic.I rolled my shoulders in an attempt to release the pressure of expectation. There was only a scene.It is just a scene.So why, as I looked directly into Julian's eyes, did my pulse pound in my throat?The Second Take: To
Before I could even comprehend the online chaos, I heard it—My caravan door was knocked on sharply.Before I even opened it, I knew who it was.Julian.Furthermore, I was not prepared for this.Not when my hands were still trembling from reading his quote. I won’t pretend there wasn’t something real in that moment.Not when my chest was still tight from the way he had kissed me on set—like he wanted to consume me.Not when the entire internet had already decided we were either secretly in love or the greatest actors of all time.I took a slow breath, then yanked the door open.He was standing there, arms crossed, sunglasses hiding his eyes.“Get in,” I muttered, stepping aside.He didn’t hesitate.The second the door shut behind him, he ripped off his sunglasses and turned on me.“What the hell was that today?”I let out a sharp laugh. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe you can tell me, since you’re the one who couldn’t stick to the damn script.”His jaw clenched. “You didn’t stop me.”I brist
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 g
“Caroline,” I greeted her with forced cheerfulness, though every word dripped with underlying tension. “How are you?”“Oh, you know,” she replied with practiced ease, her eyes flicking between Julian and me. “Always busy, always on the go. I just couldn’t miss the chance to see what the buzz is all about.” Her tone was light, but I could sense the underlying intent—she was here for a story, and she knew exactly what kind of narrative had captivated the public.Julian gave a half-smile, and Caroline’s gaze lingered on him just a moment too long before she turned back to me. “You and Julian have been the talk of the town, Ethan. People say there’s something… undeniable between you two. Wouldn’t you agree?” Her question was poised, designed to provoke, and the cameras on social media were sure to catch every word.I swallowed, feeling the weight of every expectant eye—even if they weren’t physically here, I could feel the public’s gaze on me. “I think people see what they want to see,” I
I felt tears prick my eyes—tears of frustration, desire, and confusion all mixed together. “Then why do you keep letting people in?” I demanded, my voice cracking. “Why do you keep laughing with them, flirting with them—when you know it hurts me?”For a long, agonizing moment, Julian was silent. Finally, he reached out and gently cupped my face in his hand. “I’m sorry,” he said softly. “I’m sorry if I’ve ever made you feel like you weren’t enough or that I didn’t choose you. You mean everything to me, Ethan. I can’t control what the media says, but I can control what I do. And right now, I choose you.”The intensity in his eyes made me want to believe him, even as the chaos of the party raged on around us. I saw something vulnerable there, something that mirrored my own internal battle—a desperate longing to be seen for who we really were beneath the manufactured drama.“But how?” I whispered. “How do we escape this mess? Every time I try to get close, there’s another headline, anothe
I nodded, tears welling in my eyes—not from weakness, but from the raw honesty of the moment. “I’m scared of losing myself,” I admitted. “I’m scared of what people will say, that I’m not the man they expect me to be.”Julian’s gaze was unwavering as he replied, “You’re not defined by their expectations, Ethan. You’re defined by your truth. And right now, your truth is that you’re hurting, you’re confused, but you’re also brave enough to confront it.”The conversation was interrupted by a sudden knock at the door. My heart raced as I wondered who it could be at this late hour. I opened the door to find one of our publicists—an anxious woman named Dana—standing there, eyes wide with urgency.“Ethan, Julian,” she said, breathless. “The press is gathering outside, and they’ve got a new angle. They’re saying your private conversation was leaked too.”I felt my stomach drop. “What do you mean?”Dana hesitated, glancing at Julian before continuing. “A video clip from your dressing room conve
I woke up to a deafening silence that felt even heavier than the constant noise of the media. The private conversation with Julian from the previous night still echoed in my mind, a fragile promise of truth and vulnerability amid the chaos. But as the hours passed, that promise began to unravel beneath the relentless weight of public scrutiny.The moment I unlocked my phone, my heart sank. The headlines had grown more ferocious overnight. “Ethan Blake Admits His ‘Real Feelings’ – Is Hollywood’s Tough Guy Crumbling?” screamed one article, while another read, “Julian Chase and Ethan Blake: Behind the Lip-Sync of Love or a Real Romance in the Making?” Every new notification, every tweet, seemed to amplify the intensity of the backlash.I tried to remember the private, intimate words I had shared with Julian, the tender resolve in his eyes when he promised we’d take it one day at a time. But now, the public had twisted every moment, every whispered sentiment, into a spectacle for consumpt
“You don’t understand,” I finally managed. “I have a reputation to uphold, a career to protect. I can’t just—”“—Just what?” Julian interrupted, his tone gentle yet firm. “Just admit that you feel something? That maybe, when you’re with me, you’re more than just Ethan Blake, the action hero? That you’re a man with desires, with vulnerabilities?”I swallowed, trying to quell the rising tide of emotion. “I’m not sure what you want me to say.”He lowered his hand slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. “I want you to say that you’re tired of hiding. That you’re tired of letting the media, the rumors, and the fear of judgment keep you from experiencing something real.”The silence that followed was thick with unspoken words. I could feel the pressure of Julian’s gaze, the weight of every whispered speculation in the back of my mind. I thought of the leaked video—the way my hand had trembled on his shirt, the way our eyes had locked—and the undeniable spark that had set my heart racing. For s
I spent the next few days in a haze. The leaked video had exploded into a media frenzy, and I found myself dodging interview requests and frantic calls from my manager. Every headline screamed about our “real chemistry” and “unspoken truths,” and every social media feed was plastered with hashtags like #JulianXEthan and #TheUnfilteredKiss. It was a storm I hadn’t anticipated—and one I desperately wanted to avoid.I tried every trick in the book to deflect the pressure. I gave terse, professional answers to reporters and even attempted to brush off the rumors with vague statements like, “It’s all part of the acting process.” I knew that wasn’t really true, but it was easier to lie than to face the truth staring back at me every time I caught a glimpse of Julian’s knowing eyes.Late one afternoon, after a brief, uncomfortable stint in a closed-door interview where I repeated the same tired lines, I found myself in the solitude of my dressing room. I sat on the edge of a worn leather cha
The moment I stepped onto the set of the photoshoot, I knew I was in trouble.The studio was a sleek, high-end space in downtown Los Angeles, with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city skyline. Inside, an elaborate setup had been arranged: dim, moody lighting, silk-draped furniture, and a minimalist backdrop with soft golden hues.And in the center of it all, Julian Chase was already there, lounging in a chair like he owned the place.His dark jeans were snug, his black button-down unfastened at the top just enough to hint at the smooth skin beneath. He tapped idly on his phone, clearly unbothered by the chaos around him. When he finally looked up and saw me, that damn smirk of his appeared.“Ethan,” he greeted, his voice smooth as velvet. “I was starting to think you were avoiding me.”I rolled my shoulders, ignoring the heat curling low in my stomach. “Why would I avoid you?”Julian tilted his head. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe because of our little moment during the live interv
The studio lights were blinding, hot enough that I could feel the sweat gathering at my collar. The buzzing energy of the production crew surrounded me—cameras rolling, producers whispering into headsets, a countdown flashing on a teleprompter. And across from me, seated in an identical sleek leather chair, was Julian Chase.His posture was relaxed, at least on the surface. One arm draped casually over the chair’s armrest, legs crossed, a charming half-smile teasing the corner of his lips. But I knew better. The slight twitch of his fingers against the upholstery, the way his gaze kept darting toward me when he thought I wasn’t looking—he was just as tense as I was.We weren’t here by choice.The interview had been hastily arranged by the studio, a desperate attempt to control the media storm after our chemistry—or, more accurately, our not-so-scripted kiss—had set social media ablaze. The world was talking about Ethan Blake and Julian Chase, and not just about our performances. Every
I felt tears prick my eyes—tears of frustration, desire, and confusion all mixed together. “Then why do you keep letting people in?” I demanded, my voice cracking. “Why do you keep laughing with them, flirting with them—when you know it hurts me?”For a long, agonizing moment, Julian was silent. Finally, he reached out and gently cupped my face in his hand. “I’m sorry,” he said softly. “I’m sorry if I’ve ever made you feel like you weren’t enough or that I didn’t choose you. You mean everything to me, Ethan. I can’t control what the media says, but I can control what I do. And right now, I choose you.”The intensity in his eyes made me want to believe him, even as the chaos of the party raged on around us. I saw something vulnerable there, something that mirrored my own internal battle—a desperate longing to be seen for who we really were beneath the manufactured drama.“But how?” I whispered. “How do we escape this mess? Every time I try to get close, there’s another headline, anothe
“Caroline,” I greeted her with forced cheerfulness, though every word dripped with underlying tension. “How are you?”“Oh, you know,” she replied with practiced ease, her eyes flicking between Julian and me. “Always busy, always on the go. I just couldn’t miss the chance to see what the buzz is all about.” Her tone was light, but I could sense the underlying intent—she was here for a story, and she knew exactly what kind of narrative had captivated the public.Julian gave a half-smile, and Caroline’s gaze lingered on him just a moment too long before she turned back to me. “You and Julian have been the talk of the town, Ethan. People say there’s something… undeniable between you two. Wouldn’t you agree?” Her question was poised, designed to provoke, and the cameras on social media were sure to catch every word.I swallowed, feeling the weight of every expectant eye—even if they weren’t physically here, I could feel the public’s gaze on me. “I think people see what they want to see,” I
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 g