Tim is cast in a movie and stars opposite Jason Todd, one of the biggest movie stars in the world.
They're both film superstars, royalty--Tim is the son of Jack and Janet Drake, award winning documentary directors. Jason is the protege turned adopted son of Bruce Wayne--the man who ran Wayne Pictures, and starred in genre defining films before he slipped behind the camera to be a director.
They spend two months on set together. And it's a small cast, a remote set, a romance and Tim--he knows better. He's seen enough on set romances fall apart to know better. But there's Jason and he's nothing like what his press makes him seem. He's sweet, thoughtful, dedicated to his art, prone to reading, a generous scene partner, kind of a dork. Not the bad boy, foul-mouthed diva that Tim had read about.
And Jason was his idol. He was the actor that made Tim want to act. He's what dragged Tim from the dusty archeological documentaries the Drakes were known for to the bright lights of Hollywood.
Falling in love was inevitable.
Falling into Jason's bed was idiotic.
Because it was always going to end like this:
Jason, gorgeous and untouchable on the red carpet, surrounded by the Waynes, his fiancé on his arm, watching Tim with something like guilt and regret in his eyes.
And Tim, giving the performance of his life, when he smiles and refuses to let it show, how much it hurts him, until he can finally escape.
And crying, when Jason is just a little too late, to chase him.
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