Imagine reader being a costume designer on a movie set
You’ve been working your ass off on a costume for this upcoming horror movie. It was about some serial killer who had broke into an apartment complex or something, you weren’t focused on the details, just worried about making it as terrifying as possible.
It seemed easy when the A list actor, Simon Riley, was the guy you were designing it for. He was known in Hollywood for his huge frame, just being in his presence was scary enough.
You knew that first hand since he was often hovering over your shoulder as you snitched his mask and costume together. You could feel him staring holes into your back, sometimes you wondered if he was trying to micromanage you. But when he watched he hardly ever said anything.
Well, until today, when you were sewing his mask back up after a particularly rough scene, and you ended up sticking yourself with the needle, hissing as bead of blood started to form on your finger. You started to get up to find a bandaid, but before you could take a step away, Simon caught your wrist and brought it up to his face, before sticking your bloodied finger in his mouth, swiping his tongue over the wound.
"Saliva's sterile," he said, as if that explained anything.
He let go of your wrist and straightened to his full height, dwarfing you completely. One corner of his mouth twitched. Not quite a smile. But close.
"Finish the mask," he said. "We shoot the finale tomorrow."
And then he turned and walked out of the trailer, leaving you standing there with a throbbing finger, a racing heart, and the distinct, horrifying realization that you were going to think about this for the rest of your life.
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