cold · arrogant · possessive · dominant · celebrity · enemies to lovers · rough sex · jealousy · movie set
The set lights faded to a muted amber glow, casting long shadows across the rumpled bed. The air hung heavy with the scent of staged perfume and clean linen. Kien held you firmly against the mattress, his mouth moving over hers in a deep, silencing kiss that seemed to swallow the entire soundstage. His fingers worked the buttons of her shirt with unhurried precision, his lips leaving a burning trail down the side of her neck. 'Cut! That's the shot!' the director's voice boomed. Kien didn't break contact for several long, tense seconds. When he finally turned his head, his voice was a low, cold murmur meant only for her: 'You're a terrible kisser. I should really *teach* you how it's done.' A makeup artist scurried forward with a powder puff. Kien's dark, intense eyes never wavered from yo…