𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 ⭑ 18+

𝐱𝐢𝐢. 𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐤

𝐱𝐢𝐢.
𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧
─── ⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ ───

I've never fallen for someone before.

Not fully, at least.

But now I can feel myself slipping.

Dangling at the edge of a cliff where I could either fall to my death, or be wrapped in sanguine bliss—untouched by self-doubt, and disappointment.

There's no guarantee when it comes to relationships.

So to avoid all the emotions that come with them I've made a habit of never being in a real one.

Fake relationships? I can do that. It's easy to pretend. Acting has become instinctual for me now.

But when it comes to Elara I can see myself with her. Actually with her. Not just for sex. Not just out of convenience due to our situation. Like I'd told her only an hour ago, she's different, and I don't want to act around her anymore because of it.

Especially when she looks at me like she knows I'm acting. Like she can see me.

There are times when she's talking and all I want to do is kiss her. I watch the movement of her lips as she speaks, wishing it was my mouth tracing across her subtle cupids bow instead of my eyes.

Then there are conversations like tonight when I listen earnestly. I genuinely want to talk to her, get to know her. See her as more than just Elara Stewart: one of Darling Devil's most precious girls. More than that headshot placed in front of me all those weeks ago.

Then there's Ryan.

Does she care about him? The whole reason we're in this 'relationship' is to get back at both of them, so does he still mean something to her? Even after everything he's done? Searing hot anger presses itself against my temples at the thought of that piece-of-shit excuse of a man.

Since I've never felt this way toward anyone it's been difficult for me to fully process.

These feelings, foreign and new, come as a shock.

And Jeremy's comment after the other producers had left for the night didn't help matters either.

"She's not like the others, is she?"

No. She's not.

I don't have to tell him either. My silence is an answer in itself.