but can I request for the tapis rouge boyos (vil, azul, jamil, ace) with a reader who gets hit on by a well known celebrity who has a reputation for being a playboy.
thank youuu
ACE, JAMIL, AZUL AND VIL X READER
Where a famous playboy actor wants to flirt with you in Tapis Rouge
How would guys react if, at the Vil's Red Carpet Cadets event, a famous actor with dark intentions approached you to hit on you?
I put Zane as the default name, if there is a Zane reading this, don't be offended😭 You don't need to have played the event to read the one-shot, I hope you enjoy it <3
Maquillaville was packed with rich, famous people who—according to Ace—were annoyingly full of themselves. He wasn't really used to this kind of fancy event, but he played it off well with his cocky grin and bold style. In his own way, he looked great.
You were chatting with a few guests when someone Ace couldn't ignore walked in.
Model, actor, and even film director. He had that fake-perfect smile and a dating history that probably broke some kind of record. Tall, tanned, and smooth-talking, he zoned in on you like a predator the second he saw you.
"Sorry to interrupt," "Zane" said with a charming smirk, "but your smile is brighter than the lights in this place. How about I buy you a drink… or better yet, take you out to dinner tomorrow?"
Ace stopped chewing his fancy canapé. He turned his head slowly, like he'd just heard the funniest joke ever.
"A drink? Seriously? Bro, do you think you're in some rom-com?"
Zane blinked at him, confused. “And you are…?”
Ace slid in next to you, his hand on your hip, flashing his most smug smile, though his eyes were sharp.
"The boyfriend. The only one who can make them smile like that without copy-pasting lines from Google."
Zane chuckled. "Well, lucky you, man. No harm in a compliment—"
“Sure, sure,” Ace said, crossing his arms.
"But there's a difference between a compliment and drooling all over my partner. If you want attention that bad, try flirting with a mirror. Bet it'll respond better."
Zane rolled his eyes and walked off in annoyance.
Once he was out of sight, you turned to Ace, one eyebrow raised.
"That wasn't jealousy! That was common sense! The guy was talking like you were a character in some cheesy pickup scene! And you laughed at one of his jokes! Like—seriously!?"
You laughed.
“Oh, Ace…”
He clicked his tongue, but his grin gave him away. He leaned in, wrapping an arm around your waist.
"Look, I don't care if you're the center of attention. Honestly, I love it. Let the whole world stare… just so they know exactly who you're with—"
His voice dropped to a murmur against your ear.
“—and who they’ll never be.”
Then he pulled back, smirking wider.
“And if that C-list actor tries flirting again, I swear I'm going to stuff his ego in a box and send it back with a bow.”
Jamil was at your side, impeccable. Although he tried to appear calm, he kept scanning every corner of the room… especially whoever looked at you for too long.
And then he saw it.
Internationally acclaimed actor and singer, known as much for his musical hits as for his romantic history. He was the kind of person who turned every interview into an opportunity to flirt and every gala into a hunt.
He approached you with that well-rehearsed smile of his, champagne glass in hand, his eyes shining with that invasive interest.
"I didn't know stars walked this red carpet," he said, scanning you from head to toe. "Do you have a date for after the event?"
Before you could answer, you felt Jamil's firm presence at your side. His smile was barely perceptible, and his dark eyes, fixed on him.
"I don't think you heard correctly," he said calmly. "They're with me."
Zane laughed sarcastically, never taking his eyes off you.
"Oh, I thought you were a stylish bodyguard. I didn't know you were the… boyfriend?"
Jamil took a step forward, placing himself completely between you and him, like a protective shadow.
"I'll tell you this only once. I don't know what kind of games you usually play with your 'conquests,' but if you want to keep your reputation from falling further, I suggest you back off now."
He raised an eyebrow, still defiant.
"And if I don't?"
Jamil smiled with disturbing slowness.
"Then I'll make you understand. And believe me, I know exactly how to do it without ruining your image… although I wouldn't mind that in the least."
There was a moment of tension. He, perhaps for the first time in a long time, felt insecure around someone. And he left.
You looked at Jamil, somewhat impressed.
"Are you always so calm when you're jealous?"
"Jealous?" Jamil sighed, taking your hand.
"I'm not jealous. I'm irritated. Because that guy dared to look at you like a trophy."
He turned to you, his expression softer.
"And you're not a trophy. You're someone I chose, and who chose me. I don't need to shout it… but I won't let anyone dare touch what I respect."
Every flashbulb seemed to follow you as you walked beside Vil, so perfect it outshone even the biggest stars. The whole world felt like a runway, and you, at his side, were part of the spectacle.
You were used to receiving stares, but this time you felt a particularly insistent one.
"Do you know him?"
Vil whispered near your ear, without taking his eyes off a certain famous actor who was approaching.
It was an international star known for his leading man roles… and for his many love scandals. Vil pursed his lips with the elegance of someone who knew perfectly well who this man was and how little he liked him.
"Only by sight…" you replied, a little uncomfortable as you noticed the actor coming straight toward you.
"Then don't stare at him so much." Vil murmured with a charming smile, but his eyes were sharp.
The actor arrived and, as if he had no idea who Vil was (which was impossible), offered you his hand.
"I didn't expect to see someone so charming tonight. Have we met? Because if not, I'd love to change that."
Vil took a subtle step, standing half in front of you. His face, still sporting a polite smile, was tense like a perfectly placed mask.
"Funny, I thought charm wasn't enough when it came to respect," he said, in that tone of his as polished as liquid poison.
"My partner doesn't usually fall for such cheap tricks, Mr. Zane."
The actor laughed, as if he didn't take the hint.
"A couple? What a shame… Although that's never been an obstacle in romantic movies," he joked, winking at you.
You opened your mouth to reply, but Vil was quicker. He took your hand and entwined it with his, raising his chin
"This isn't a movie. And if you think you can turn my relationship into just another chapter in your "red carpet romances," you're sorely mistaken."
The actor seemed amused by the reaction, but seeing Vil's sharp gaze with pride, jealousy, and elegance, he simply raised his hands.
"Well, well. I didn't know you were so committed, Schoenheit. Lucky for you. And for you too."
He winked at you with a mischievous smile before walking away.
The air seemed to have cooled a couple of degrees.
Vil turned to you, still frowning slightly.
"I warn you, that man is like cheap perfume: strong at first, but in the end, only an unpleasant aftertaste."
"Are you jealous?" You asked with a soft smile.
Vil stared at you, then sighed, smoothing out an invisible wrinkle in your attire.
"No. I'm forewarned. Because I value you. And I won't let someone like him touch you with even the hint of an intention."
He leaned in elegantly, his lips brushing the line of your jaw, just enough for you to feel it only for yourself.
"You're too precious to be trifled with. And if anyone tries… they'll have to face me."
The hair, his thin glasses, and that brown suit with subtle pinstripes gave him an air of sophistication that contrasted with his inner nerves whenever someone approached you.
You'd been walking through with him, just chatting, when a tall man with an easy smile and a foreign accent approached you.
"Are you the person everyone is whispering is stealing the event tonight? My name is Zane Duclair but you can call me Zane. Although I'd prefer it if you called me later."
He winked at you.
Azul blinked. He smiled, but his fingers trembled slightly as he gripped your hand.
"Zane Duclair… the actor with three public breakups and five harassment lawsuits… charming track record," he murmured.
Zane gave a carefree laugh, as if everything was slipping away.
"Oh, all in the past. Tonight I'm only interested in this beautiful person," he said, taking your hand without permission. "Would you do me the pleasure of dinner after the gala?"
Before you could respond, Azul placed a hand on your shoulder. His smile was still there, but his eyes were pure ice.
"I'm sorry to interrupt your attempt at 'conquest,' Zane, but my companion already has plans with me tonight. And they're non-negotiable."
Lucien raised an eyebrow.
"And who are you? Their manager?"
Azul let out a short, almost mocking laugh.
"No, I'm a bit more complicated than that. I'm the person who knows their every taste, every gesture, every look. And also the person who can't stand it when someone with a questionable reputation tries to fish in waters that don't belong to him."
Zane looked offended, but Azul stepped forward, still keeping his voice polite.
"And if you insist, I can present you with a complete list of legal clauses regarding harassment and non-consensual advances. I'm sure your lawyers will be able to read between the lines."
Zane left, visibly irritated, and Azul took your arm to lead you away, taking a deep breath.
"I'm sorry," you said. "I didn't expect someone like him to approach me like that."
Azul shook his head.
"Don't apologize. It's not your fault there are men who confuse charisma with entitlement. But if he approaches you again… I won't need contracts."
He glanced at you, lowering his voice.
"You are valuable. I will not allow anyone to see you as something they can buy or conquer. Because you are already… firmly committed to me."
giving the people what they want (jokes about spreadsheets)
anyway, Twst continues to prove that it is aimed at me specifically by giving us not one, but now TWO extended scenes of characters being incredibly difficult about signing an NDA. you just don't get this anywhere else.
