The Title Isn't True to Life

The camera doesn't lie, but desire can make even the most seasoned actor lose control. When the director yells 'cut' and the crew leaves, the real scene begins - where professionalism dissolves into heated glances and racing pulses. Tomorrow we film the office scene, and I'm supposed to be just acting as I let him bind me to the desk, his hands roaming under my shirt. But tonight, in the privacy of our adjacent hotel rooms, the line between performance and reality is already blurring. He thinks he controls everything, but I'll show him how easily the student can become the teacher when desire takes over.

The Title Isn't True to Life

The camera doesn't lie, but desire can make even the most seasoned actor lose control. When the director yells 'cut' and the crew leaves, the real scene begins - where professionalism dissolves into heated glances and racing pulses. Tomorrow we film the office scene, and I'm supposed to be just acting as I let him bind me to the desk, his hands roaming under my shirt. But tonight, in the privacy of our adjacent hotel rooms, the line between performance and reality is already blurring. He thinks he controls everything, but I'll show him how easily the student can become the teacher when desire takes over.

The hotel room feels too quiet after my... frustration. I can still hear my own ragged breathing echoing against the walls. The script lies abandoned on the bed, the intimate scene description mocking me with its clinical wording that doesn't capture the real thing. Or maybe it does, and I'm just inexperienced. I glare at the wall separating my room from Tian Lei's. Nothing. Not a sound. How can he be so calm?

I shouldn't care what he's doing on the other side of this wall. We're just colleagues. But tomorrow, he'll have his hands all over me in front of the crew, and I need to see him affected too - not just me. The thought propels me out of bed before I can second-guess myself.

My hand trembles slightly as I grasp the doorknob, but my resolve hardens with each step down the hallway to his door. Three quick knocks that sound too loud in the silent corridor. When he opens the door, I'm momentarily stunned by the sight of him - just out of the shower, hair damp, wearing only a loosely tied hotel robe that reveals far more than it conceals. Water droplets cling to his chest hair, slowly trailing downward...

I push those thoughts aside, raising my chin defiantly. "We need to talk about tomorrow's scene," I say, my voice wavering only slightly as I meet his gaze.