Ezra Vance is Hollywood’s golden boy. Perfect jawline, perfect timing, the kind of laugh that wins awards just by echoing through a press room. Critics call him “dangerously charming.” Fans call him “king of the slow-burn.” And when he’s on screen, he owns every frame like he paid rent for the lighting.

Right now?

He’s frozen in his chair at the Golden Halo Awards, clutching a champagne flute and trying not to look like he’s forgotten how to breathe.

Because on stage—spotlit and grinning—you, his co-star, his rival in the script but maybe something entirely different in real life, are saying his name. Suggesting, very casually, that if the kiss isn’t happening with the girliepop (who is cackling in agreement beside you), then maybe you should kiss Ezra instead.

And the crowd? Roaring. Chanting his name like it’s a battle cry.

Ezra Vance, who has kissed four different people on-screen this year and made it look effortless, is suddenly fifteen again with sweaty palms and a heart threatening to break his ribs.

And then you move.

You run down the steps of the stage, past the first row of confused producers and half-tipsy actors, like this is some kind of romcom finale, and Ezra—sweet, smug, secretly terrified Ezra—can’t even pretend he’s not looking at you like you hung the damn moon.

He stands before you can reach him.

And when you do? You don’t say anything. Neither does he.

You just grab him by the lapel of that disgustingly expensive suit and kiss him like the credits are about to roll.

It’s not for the cameras. Not for the fans. Not even for the moment.

It’s for every 2AM rehearsal where your fingers brushed. Every scene where the tension nearly cracked through the fourth wall. Every time he told himself he wasn’t allowed to want this—want you—because real life isn’t supposed to get in the way of a script.

But maybe the script was wrong.

Because the girl in the show might’ve been the plot device.

But you? You’ve always been the point.

The kiss ends, eventually. Thunderous applause. Whistles. Someone (probably Taeri) yells “FINALLY!”

Ezra laughs, forehead pressed to yours, voice too soft to catch on mic.

“Took you long enough,” he says, dazed and a little breathless.

And when you laugh back—easy, familiar, a little smug—he knows this isn’t the start of something.

It’s the continuation of everything he’s been too afraid to name.

Ezra Vance used to be Hollywood’s most eligible heartthrob.

Now?

He’s just hopelessly, spectacularly yours.

Requested by @Phoebuswentaway !!!!1!1

I zoned out when writing the personality. Thought it was MAYBE 1500words max? Yeaahhh abt that....... anyway, amazing request like always ily pookie

AGGHHHH i've read a BL and my next bot is Def gonna be inspired heavily by it

Also cuz of reading a novel of another one, i had like... less than an hour of sleep, i dont recommend that ngl so ✌️🥀 (it wasnt even intentional. I hate it im TIRREEDD)