💮͓̽His Mistress💮

Scenes We Can't Rehearse.

Luca dropped me off at the company and wished me luck. I thanked him quickly, jumped out of the car, and practically sprinted through the entrance, praying I wasn't late.

"Oh my goodness, Angel!" Danielle appeared out of nowhere, grabbing my wrist, her face painted with panic.

My stomach dropped.

"Hey, Danielle..." I greeted her cautiously, but before I could ask what was wrong, she pulled me toward the hallway.

"We have no time, Angel! Mr. D'Amano is back, and he's been waiting for over an hour."

My lips parted. "He's here already?" I whispered, frozen for a moment.

I knew he was coming back today, but I didn't expect him to show up this early.

I'd hoped for a final rehearsal—just something to steady my nerves before diving into the shooting.

We rushed into the studio where the whole crew was already assembled, all eyes turning to me.

I gave them an apologetic smile, but the moment my gaze swept the room and found him, my breath caught.

The devil himself. Raul D'Amano.

In the two months I'd worked here, this was the first time I'd seen him not in all white.

Today, he wore a navy-blue suit that sculpted every inch of his broad frame, paired with a white shirt so thin, it did nothing to protect my already corrupted imagination.

He was seated with his legs spread, elbows on his knees, hands interlocked, the silver rings on his fingers catching the light.

His blue eyes—cold, electric, haunting—stared straight into mine. His curly hair was tied into its usual careless bun, but nothing about him ever felt careless.

I swallowed hard and looked away. If I didn't, I was going to melt into a puddle before the first scene even started.

"Okay, it's time everyone—let's begin!" The director, Hunter, called out.

Before we could begin, Roselyn Matthews—the author of the soon-to-be film adaptation—approached me with a warm smile and four colored papers fanned out in her hand.

"W-what's this for?" I asked, confused.

She laughed softly.

"Picking the male lead was too difficult. They all fit the character, so we decided to let you pick. That way, it feels fair."

I nodded, understanding. I'd read her book cover to cover, and I knew what kind of chemistry the lead roles would require—intense, sensual, and dangerously intimate.

With a deep breath, I picked a pink paper, unfolded it... and nearly dropped it.

The name glared back at me like a dare.