If We: Were Perfect By Ana Huang

As they stepped into the light, the audience vanished. There was only the heat of the stage lamps and the weight of five years of unsaid words. When Blake pulled her into the scripted embrace, his touch wasn't professional. It was desperate.

"Then let's be ruined together," he said, his eyes burning with the raw, possessive intensity that had always been his undoing. If We Were Perfect by Ana Huang

The stage manager signaled. This was the scene—the climax where their characters finally broke. As they stepped into the light, the audience vanished

The velvet curtains of the Royal Opera House muffled the roar of the London rain, but they couldn’t drown out the tension vibrating between Farrah and Blake in the wings. As they stepped into the light