Beneath The Camera Flashes

The world adores them-people cross oceans, chase continents, just for a fleeting moment where their eyes might meet. Cameras flash, fans scream, and the fantasy lives on.

But beneath the camera flashes, behind the curated smiles and stolen glances, lies a truth sharp enough to bleed, they can't stand each other.

Sainthiel Shannen Santhiago, a name that sounds like it was carved in gold. She's the kind of woman who breathes vanity like air-raised on praise, fed on admiration, until even her haters couldn't help but call her divine. She's unapologetically proud, a supermodel who walks like the world was made just for her heels to conquer.

Then there's Zephyrine Anais Archibald, grounded, cold-eyed, and honest to a fault. She models not for fame but for her family's dying business. She's not in the business of pretending. She doesn't cater to fantasies. And she certainly doesn't kneel at the altar of Sainthiel's ego.

Zephyrine is everything Sainthiel can't control.

From the moment they first met, it felt like war-unspoken but loud, tense and electric. Zephyrine saw through her and refused to play along, to adore her like the rest. And that infuriated Sainthiel. She wanted worship, and Zephyrine gave her disinfectant. That insult lit a fuse.

And so the games began. The teasing. The taunting. A flirtation laced with fury, designed to irritate, to provoke, to satisfy something neither of them dared name. But satisfaction was rare to achieve when their both too competitive, too driven. Neither would ever bow unless the other bent first. Their rivalry became their favorite sport.

Then the media stepped in. Paparazzi shots, surprise joint interviews, fan edits that blurred hate into desire.

Now, they're trapped in the roles the world wrote for them lovers, not enemies. Photoshoots force them close, rumors bind them tighter.

But how long can professionalism hold when the line between hate and something deeper begins to blur?