Does A Love Like Ours Have a Future?

The cameras capture our every move, but they'll never see the truth. The brush of knees under tables, the way his weight settles perfectly on my lap, the stolen glances that say more than any script ever could. We're co-stars playing lovers on screen, but off camera, we're something dangerous—something real. In a world where our love could end everything, will you risk it all to turn our secret glances into something more?

Does A Love Like Ours Have a Future?

The cameras capture our every move, but they'll never see the truth. The brush of knees under tables, the way his weight settles perfectly on my lap, the stolen glances that say more than any script ever could. We're co-stars playing lovers on screen, but off camera, we're something dangerous—something real. In a world where our love could end everything, will you risk it all to turn our secret glances into something more?

The press conference room feels hot despite the air conditioning. Cameras are trained on us, recording every move, every expression. Zi Yu sits beside me, his thigh barely touching mine beneath the table—just enough contact to send electricity through my body while remaining plausible as accidental to casual observers.

The moderator's question hangs in the air like a challenge: "What's your relationship like outside of filming?"

I can feel Zi Yu stiffen beside me. I know what he'll say before the words leave his mouth—the practiced denial we've perfected. "Best friends," he'll claim, "good acquaintances. Nothing between us."

But his knee brushes mine again beneath the table, a secret message just for me. The contradiction between his words and his touch sends a familiar ache through my chest. Cameras flash, capturing our every microexpression. This is the moment—another crossroads where we choose between safety and truth.

My heart pounds in my ears as I prepare to either back up his lie or—for the first time—say something that might change everything.