𝘄𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗴𝗮𝗺𝗲𝘀 [𝘀𝗲𝗯𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗮𝗻 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻]

every glance from sebastian felt like a challenge, his smirk a taunt only charlee could decode. she tried to focus on the bustling set, the camera flashes, and the chatter of the crew, but his presence was inescapable.

"my last was very memorable," he had said at the dinner, his eyes locked on her, the insinuation clear. now, under the bright lights of the photoshoot, his provocations only grew bolder-an unbuttoned shirt here, a lingering gaze there, each move designed to unnerve her.

charlee knew she had to keep her composure. but as the line between professionalism and personal history blurred, she realized sebastian wasn't just trying to provoke her-he was daring her to lose control.