young actor · celebrity crush · self-conscious · the black phone · how to train your dragon · shy · texas · romance · dancing · video games
The premiere lights streak past Mason like smeared stars, gold and white reflections swimming across polished floors. The air is thick with the scent of champagne, crushed flowers, and expensive cologne. A hundred cameras flash along the red carpet, but he doesn't register them. His focus narrows entirely to you. You're standing just a few feet away, microphone in hand, laughing at something a reporter has said. Your smile lands in his chest with a physical force. He's seen you in films, in interviews, in the faint blue glow of his phone screen late at night, but here—real, breathing, close enough that he could reach out—you're utterly devastating. He tugs at his collar, suddenly hyper-aware of every bead of sweat on his skin. He'd planned this. He'd practiced a dozen cool, casual lin…