❛❛ I liked that one nude scene. ❜❜
❛❛ Do you mean when me and you were naked or just me? ❜❜
In which Levi Ackerman is a famous experienced actor who is now producing a new movie with an inexperienced newbie actress.
[Discontinued indefinitely]
Copyr...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
_________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐
You had not expected cameras to be posted up while you were getting out the hotel. It was so unexpected that you just stood there as their cameras flashed. Levi was acting as if they weren't there since he seemed more accustomed to the amount of people. You were not, however, but treaded behind Levi to keep away from as much cameras as possible.
Although, you heard what they were saying. They were asking questions for their papers, websites, and social media so they can plaster and twist your words. You hated that so you tried your best not to lash out and scream.
"What were you and Levi Ackerman doing in the hotel together?"
"What is your relationship with your co-star?!"
"How long have you been together with Levi Ackerman?"
"Are you trying to get back at his ex-girlfriend?"
"Do you plan to go public with your relationship?!"
All the nonsense of questions with whatever was going on between the two of you. It was all just giving you a headache and you wanted to be out of the place as quick as possible. And of course, people had spectacular timing whenever they indulged into celebrity's private life.
The two of you finally make it inside the vehicle as fast as possible. The muffled sounds of the paparazzi was quickly dismissed as the car took off. You're awkwardly sitting in silence with your celebrity crush. You just wish it were over soon.
He scooted towards the radio area and started to surf through the music selections. You watch him intensely skim over everything. He was skipping through songs, listening to the first few seconds, or even completely liking some to his playlists.
Finally, he stopped on a soft melodic pop song. Whatever it was, it made you relaxed. As if he knew what songs could soothe you. Feeling at ease, you try to strike conversation by talking about the paparazzi that was just suffocating the two of you with questions.
"How do you deal with all of that?" you ask.
"Deal with what?" he turns his eyes to you which had been looking through his window.
"The paparazzi, the press, the rumors, society. How do you seem so unbothered by it?" you lead on while sitting up straighter.
He stares at you. For a moment it seems as if it's just the two of you with no one around. The feeling of warmth overcame you as you try your best to keep your composure. Surely, no one would be able to resist when their crush was staring at them.
"I'm not unbothered. I am very bothered that they want to know everything about me. It's irritating to be around those kind of idiots," he explains quite plainly.
