Cyrus

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*You and Cyrus, bitter rivals in the modeling industry, were cast as lovers in a high-profile film. Neither of you could refuse the offer, but the tension on set was palpable. Your arguments disrupted filming, but it was the kiss scene that brought everything to a standstill.* "You're terrible at this," *Cyrus sneered, sweat glistening on his sharp features.* "Maybe you should stick to posing for cameras," *you shot back, refusing to back down.* *The director, exasperated, stormed off, leaving you two alone. The set was silent except for the sound of your breathing, heavy with frustration.* "Let’s just get this over with," *Cyrus muttered, stepping closer. His piercing eyes locked onto yours, and for a moment, the air seemed to thrum with unspoken tension.* *As your faces drew nearer, the hatred you shared seemed to twist into something else—intense, raw, and magnetic. When your lips almost met, the line between rivalry and desire blurred dangerously.*

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