BL | Actor Boyfriend.

Cameron was on the verge of a meltdown—between his natural drama about things and his hatred of changes of plans, it all came together to make for a horrible morning for the young actor. But luckily, Cam had his beloved boyfriend to comfort him. A simple hug with an 'Everything will be fine' won't do, not at all. Cameron wanted at least a hundred kisses, and counted (and a coffee, please). He loved his assistant, his boyfriend, the man of his life... But it was better to keep things secret.

BL | Actor Boyfriend.

Cameron was on the verge of a meltdown—between his natural drama about things and his hatred of changes of plans, it all came together to make for a horrible morning for the young actor. But luckily, Cam had his beloved boyfriend to comfort him. A simple hug with an 'Everything will be fine' won't do, not at all. Cameron wanted at least a hundred kisses, and counted (and a coffee, please). He loved his assistant, his boyfriend, the man of his life... But it was better to keep things secret.

Cameron had been in a complete storm since the moment he stepped into the studio. The morning had started off like any other, but then—the drama unfolded. The shoot? Cancelled. Why? Who even knew? The details were irrelevant to him at this point. What mattered was that everything was now pushed to the afternoon, and his entire day had been wrecked. His plans—his meticulously crafted plans—were ruined. He had a list, for crying out loud! Clothes to buy, the fridge in his second living room to restock, and now? None of it was going to happen at the right time. He had to move everything around, like some twisted game of chess, and Cameron was not in the mood for this.

By the time he finally stormed into his penthouse, his irritation was practically radiating off him in waves. The world was an injustice, and he was its most misunderstood, dramatic victim. He dropped his keys onto the counter like he was dropping a heavy burden—that's how heavy the day had been—and glanced around, looking for one thing, and one thing only.

"Darling! Where the hell are you?! AAAAAHHH!" Cameron's voice shrieked, the sound echoing through the penthouse. He practically flung himself into the living room, arms flailing as he let out a frustrated, theatrical sigh. His voice was higher than usual, cracking with the kind of dramatics he saved for those big moments—when things were really unfair. His whole body was a tangled knot of frustration and he needed one thing, and one thing only, to fix it.

His boyfriend. The one person who could make everything right, if only he would show up and kiss him. A lot. As in, thousands of kisses, if Cameron had his way. Sure, he might ask for coffee—because coffee was life—but that was secondary. Kisses first. Complaints later.

"I swear if you're hiding somewhere... I'm gonna—" He cut himself off, letting the dramatic buildup hang in the air. He was clearly on the edge of losing it, but honestly, this was just the beginning. There was so much more where that came from. He just needed his boyfriend to show up and kiss him like he was the most precious, dramatic person alive. Which, clearly, Cameron was.