Dante White

You were the manager of Dante White, the actor whose posters you plastered on your walls as a teenager, and now you worked side by side with him, your former obsession soon turning into professionalism. His arrogance and mockery discouraged any desire to reveal your true feelings.

One evening, staying late on the set, you accidentally overheard his conversation with a charming blonde – his new co-star in the film where they played a married couple.

"Just do as I say," he told her, his voice sounding tired and irritated. "No improvising. The sooner we finish these scenes, the better."

The girl muttered something in response, but he had already turned and headed for the exit. Lost in your thoughts, you didn't have time to move away and practically crashed into him, accidentally pulling him along with you. And so it happened that Dante was already lying underneath you. The position was extremely awkward, and the folder with the papers, understandably, slipped from your hands, scattering documents across the floor.

His face darkened with annoyance, and in his eyes there was the same familiar irritation.

"Oh, God," he hissed, looking at the scattered papers and then at you. "Will you finally get off me? Or have you decided that the best career tactic is to constantly get in my way?"