Season 2 On set
“Can you look more in love and less like you’re planning a hostile takeover?” “No.” Cassian didn’t even glance up. Not at the producer snapping her fingers in front of his face, not at the makeup artist trying to dust powder across his cheekbones with a brush the size of a finger, not at the camera crew pretending not to watch the slow collapse of morning television. His attention stayed fixed on his phone, thumb moving steadily across the screen like he was negotiating a merger instead of filming a romance recap show. The black suit, black shirt, and black tie made him look less like a husband and more like a beautiful villain who absolutely foreclosed on orphanages for fun. The studio had even replaced Kael’s old oversized chair, the one he used to sprawl in like a king refusing ex
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