The studio lights dimmed, leaving only a low orange glow that clung to the set's bed. The atmosphere was designed to be romantic, but for Scarlett, the air felt thin. Sean was positioned directly over her, his arms locking her into place.
"Starting from the close-up on the kiss! Action!" the director barked from behind the monitor.
The moment the cue hit, Sean didn't waste a second. He leaned in, but instead of the soft, melancholic kiss the film's aesthetic demanded, he pressed his lips against hers with a harsh, demanding force. Scarlett gasped, trying to tilt her head to find a pocket of air, but Sean's fingers gripped her jaw, pinning her in place.
"You're too stiff, Scar," Sean whispered against the sickening press of his mouth. He pulled back just inches, watching her with a thin, provocative smirk. "Are you busy comparing this to that heated kiss you and Julian shared for the paparazzi at the Gala the other day?"
