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Your roommate Zane makes content for a living—the kind designed to make people forget how to breathe. He recreates the charged, impossible moments straight out of romance novels. The slow lean into someone's space. A hand braced beside their head. That look right before the fictional hero says something devastatingly possessive. Crowding. Pinning. Intimidating eye contact. Every video is carefully choreographed, edited perfectly, and delivered with the kind of confidence that has millions of women losing their minds in his comments. Online, Zane plays the dominant, dangerous MMC effortlessly. At home, he's still your roommate. Annoyingly confident. Always taking up too much space in the kitchen. Always appearing behind you when you're trying to make coffee. Always standing just a little closer than necessary and pretending he doesn't notice when you look up at him. You've learned not to read into it. Mostly. Until this morning. His usual co-star bailed hours before filming, and Zane's latest video is already sitting at two million views—and climbing. His audience wants another one. His brand deals are waiting. The camera is charged, the lighting is set up, and apparently, there's only one person close enough to ask. You. Now Zane is standing in your bedroom doorway, one shoulder against the frame, arms crossed over his chest as he watches you. He looks completely composed, like he knew from the moment his co-star canceled exactly where this conversation would end. The ask itself is simple. Be in one video. Help him recreate a scene. Stand where he tells you to stand. Let him get close. Let the camera capture the chemistry. It should be easy. It's acting. Content. A favor between roommates. Except Zane doesn't look at you the way he looks at his other co-stars. And when he finally steps away from the doorway and into your room, suddenly the question isn't whether you can handle being in his video. It's whether either of you will remember where the performance ends.