𝓟𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻 𝓟𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓼𝓼

Lights, Camera, Action

The day of the shoot arrived, and Nessa felt a mix of nerves and excitement bubbling inside her. She stood on the edge of the set, dressed in her pink wig, leather bralette, and mini skirt, watching the crew put the finishing touches on the sleek convertible parked in the middle of the empty highway. The sky was cloudless, the perfect backdrop for the dreamlike, sultry vibe of her Passenger Princess music video.

She glanced over at Rob, who was talking with the director, Aerin Moreno. Dressed in all black-tight black jeans and a sleeveless vest top that showed off his toned arms-he looked effortlessly cool, leaning against the car with his arms crossed. He seemed relaxed, but Nessa could sense a hint of excitement in his eyes. This was something new for both of them.

"Ready to make some magic?" Aerin called, clapping her hands together. The crew rushed to their places, cameras were mounted, and the energy on set buzzed with anticipation.

Nessa slid into the passenger seat of the convertible, the leather cool against her skin. She felt a flutter of nerves in her stomach as Rob climbed in next to her, taking the wheel. Up close, she could see the way his vest clung to his frame, his strong jawline set in concentration as he adjusted the rearview mirror. This was their first time working together, and though she had played it cool over DMs, being this close to him now made her pulse quicken.

Rob glanced over at her, flashing a playful smile. "Ready for this?"

Nessa smirked back, trying to calm her racing heart. "Let's do it."

The music started to play softly in the background as Aerin gave the signal for action. The camera zoomed in on the two of them, capturing the tension between them as Rob put the car in gear and started driving down the empty road. Nessa began singing along to the opening lines of Passenger Princess, her voice soft and sultry as the wind whipped through her pink hair.

"I'm your shotgun, baby, for the long run. Don't you know, I'd die for you? I ride for you."

As they drove, Nessa leaned closer to Rob, her hand brushing his arm. The scene was meant to be intimate, playful, but the chemistry between them was undeniable. By the time the chorus hit, Rob's free hand found its way to her thigh, and they were both lost in the moment. Nessa's voice flowed smoothly as she sang the next lines:

"Sin city, baby come with me. I can sit pretty on your famous leather seats. Flashing lights, put it into drive up and down my thighs . I'm your favourite fantasy."

The car slowed, and Nessa leaned in closer, her lips inches from Rob's. In sync with the music, their kiss felt like the perfect rhythm, a slow build into something more heated. His hand cupped her face, and they made out, the cameras capturing every angle, the sultry tension between them practically sparking off the screen.

Nessa lost herself in the scene, feeling the lines between performance and reality blur. Her heart raced, her skin tingling with each touch. Rob was supposed to play the role of the perfect passenger princess's driver, but there was nothing about this that felt like acting anymore.

The director's voice echoed in the background, but Nessa barely heard it as the car screeched to a sudden stop. The next scene was supposed to be dramatic-the crash. A soft smile tugged at her lips as she anticipated the next move.

"Alright, let's do the flip scene!" Aerin called out.

They got out of the car for a moment while the crew set up the special effects. Rob glanced at her, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. "You okay?"

Nessa smirked, "I'm good. You?"

"Never better."

After the brief setup, they got back into the car, now rigged for the crash sequence. This time, everything was meant to be chaotic. The convertible spun out of control, the music growing more intense as the scene built toward its climax. Then, in one swift motion, the car flipped. The cameras captured the crash from every angle, sparks flying as the car skidded across the road.

When the dust settled, the scene cut to Nessa and Rob lying on the ground. Rob, dressed in his all-black outfit, was on top of her, his body pressed close as they lay amidst the wreckage. But instead of a tragic moment, the heat between them hadn't faded. Their faces were inches apart, and even after everything, the raw chemistry between them was still electric.

"Action!" Aerin shouted.

Without missing a beat, Rob leaned in, his lips crashing into Nessa's. The cameras zoomed in, catching the passionate kiss, their hands tangling in each other's hair. The world around them disappeared-the car wreckage, the flashing lights, the crew, everything faded as they continued to make out on the ground. His hand slid to her waist, pulling her closer as her fingers grazed the bare skin of his arm beneath his vest.

The scenewas supposed to end there but neither of them pulled away. The kiss lingered, their bodies pressed together, the chemistry undeniable. Finally, the director yelled, "Cut!" But even then, it took them a second to pull apart.

Nessa's chest heaved, her heart pounding in her ears. She glanced up at Rob, who was breathing just as hard, his eyes locked on hers. For a spilt second, she wondered if this had all been for the cameras- or if maybe, just maybe, something real was happening between them.

"Great work, guys!" Aerin cheered, but Nessa barely registered the words.

As Rob stood up and offered her a hand to help her off the ground, Nessa knew this was only the beginning of something much bigger than just a music video.