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Hey ruby,

ofc it’s me. I was wondering if you could do a Kimi FOC outside of tgp series. Where Kimi and reader are best friends and she goes with him to see one of the races but when they arrive the hotel they are staying in has any book them in one bed which is a double so there for sleeping with it and kill me at a bad price was out so he’s kind of sad and reader comforts , him and then the feeling for each other, like resolve. Tyyyyy xx

Sure Darling♥️

Kimi Antonelli|

Close Enough to Feel

genre: Romance, Slow-Burn, Sensual

The drive from the track to the hotel was quiet. Kimi had barely said a word since the race ended and you could tell he was still carrying the weight of it. You knew him well enough to understand that he hated poor results, but even more than that, he hated the feeling of letting down the people who believed in him.

You glanced over at him from the passenger seat, watching the way his jaw was tight and his hands gripped the steering wheel.

“Kimi,” you said softly, reaching out to touch his arm, “it was not that bad.”

He gave a small exhale through his nose and shook his head, his eyes never leaving the road. “It was bad for me,” he muttered.

You frowned, wishing you could say the exact thing that would take the sting away. “You pushed as hard as you could. Everyone saw that. It was not your fault the car was not perfect today.”

“I still hate losing,” he replied simply. His voice was low, almost flat, but you could feel the frustration behind it.

You stayed quiet for the rest of the ride, letting him have his space, though you wished you could pull him out of his mood.

When you both reached the hotel, you walked up to the check-in desk together. The receptionist smiled politely before tapping at the keyboard. “We have you in a double room,” she said.

You frowned. “Double? As in one bed?”

“Yes, I am afraid that is all we have left,” the receptionist explained. “The city is fully booked tonight because of the event. There are no twin rooms available.”

Kimi closed his eyes briefly as if the universe was determined to push him further into his bad mood. “Fine,” he muttered. “Just give the key.”

You followed him up to the room, dragging your small suitcase behind you. When you stepped inside, you saw the bed immediately. One large double bed sat in the middle of the room, crisp white sheets tucked perfectly at the corners. You looked at Kimi and could see the way his expression hardened even more.

“I can sleep on the floor,” he said quickly. “I do not want to make you uncomfortable.”

Your heart squeezed at the way he said it, his voice softer now. “Kimi, no. You are not sleeping on the floor. It is just a bed. We are best friends, we can handle it.”

He hesitated before finally nodding. “If you are sure.”

“I am sure,” you said firmly. “Now… do you want to shower first?”

He just shook his head and sat on the edge of the bed, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. He looked completely drained. You stepped closer and crouched down in front of him, tilting your head to try and catch his gaze.

“Kimi… talk to me,” you whispered.

He finally lifted his eyes to meet yours and your breath caught at the sadness in them. “I feel like I am wasting my time sometimes,” he admitted. “I try and try but still it is not enough. It makes me feel… tired.”

You reached up and cupped his jaw gently, your thumb brushing over the rough stubble there. “You are not wasting your time. You are one of the best drivers in the world. Everyone knows that. Even if today was not good, it does not erase everything you have done. You are Kimi.”

The corner of his mouth lifted slightly, almost a smile, and he leaned into your hand. The small shift in his posture made your chest ache.

“Thank you,” he murmured quietly.

You sat next to him on the bed, your thigh brushing against his. Neither of you moved away. Instead, you felt the air between you grow heavier, thicker. It was not the first time you had been this close, but tonight it felt different.

“Kimi…” you started softly.

He turned his head, his icy blue eyes locking with yours. You could feel your heart hammering in your chest as you realized how close his face was to yours. “What?” he asked, his voice low.

“I do not want you to feel alone,” you whispered.

“You make sure I do not,” he replied instantly, and there was no hesitation in his tone.

Your breath hitched when his hand brushed against yours. Slowly, deliberately, his fingers laced through yours, warm and steady. He held your gaze as if silently asking for permission. You did not look away.

“Kimi,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

He shifted closer until your knees were touching, and then his other hand came up to cup the side of your face. The warmth of his palm against your skin made your eyes flutter shut for a moment. When you opened them again, he was already leaning in.

His lips brushed against yours softly at first, tentative, like he was afraid of ruining what you already had. But when you kissed him back, the hesitation melted away. The kiss deepened slowly, his mouth moving against yours with a sweetness that sent shivers down your spine.

“Kimi,” you murmured against his lips, your hand resting against his chest where you could feel his heartbeat racing.

He pulled back just enough to look at you. “Are you sure about this?” he asked, his voice rough with emotion.

You nodded, your fingers tightening around his shirt. “I am sure. I want this. I want you.”

His lips crashed against yours again, this time with more urgency. He pulled you gently onto his lap, his hands sliding up your back as if he could not get close enough. The kiss was slow but intense, his tongue brushing against yours, sending sparks through your entire body.

When you finally pulled away to breathe, you pressed your forehead against his, your eyes half-lidded. “You do not need to be sad tonight,” you whispered. “I am here. I want to make you feel better.”

Kimi’s hands moved softly along your sides, his touch careful but full of longing. “You already do,” he murmured.

You spent the rest of the night in the warm tangle of sheets, your bodies pressed close, kissing softly and whispering things neither of you had admitted before. You held him until his tension melted away completely, your fingers tracing slow patterns on his skin as he looked at you like you were the only thing keeping him grounded.

It was the first time either of you admitted what had been there all along. And as you drifted to sleep in each other’s arms, you realized that you never wanted to spend another night without him.

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The Grand Pursuit|28 Staged or Real, I Still Feel It

“What hurts isn’t the game. It’s realizing you were never playing. You were the prize.”

Previously on Grand Pursuit…

Jessica and Bella exploded in a vicious fight. Jessica exposed Bella’s deal with production. Franco and Charles uncovered proof: Y/N’s story was being edited, her moments cut, her choices manipulated. Franco leaked everything — the producer notes, the deleted kisses, the real confessions. And now… the villa knows the truth.

DAY 28 — SILENCE AFTER STORM

Y/N sits alone on the steps of the garden. Morning sun. But she feels cold.

Inside, the house is still reeling from what they saw the night before.

Lando. Oscar. Charles. Franco. They all watched it too.

Her kisses with Charles. Her soft moments with Oscar. Her fights. Her confusion. Her pain.

All of it… was real. Even if it was cut to look like it wasn’t.

Y/N & OSCAR

Oscar walks up quietly, sliding down beside her.

Oscar:

“I saw you crying last night.”

Y/N (doesn’t look at him):

“I feel like I’ve been living someone else’s life.”

Oscar (softly):

“They used your heart like a weapon. But you made it through, still human.”

Y/N (dry):

“Barely.”

Oscar leans back, looks at the sky.

Oscar:

“Why are you stressed? It’s not like they’ll send their most played character home.”

Y/N blinks, then laughs. A real one.

Y/N:

“Wow. That was… darkly comforting.”

Oscar (smirks):

“I specialize in that.”

IN THE LIVING ROOM

The cast gathers.

Tension. Nobody knows what’s next.

Suddenly, the screen turns on.

“This is not a drill.” “Due to recent events, you will nominate four people to compete in the next elimination task.” “Two will go home.” “Each of you will privately name the four.”

Everyone’s eyes dart across the room. Suspicion. Strategy. Survival.

CONFESSIONAL NOMINATIONS — SELECTED

Lando:

“Bella. Revan. Jessica. Franco.” (He hesitates before saying Franco’s name.)

Oscar:

“Bella. Jessica. Charles. Revan.” (He avoids nominating Y/N.)

Jessica:

“Y/N. Franco. Natalie. Laila.” (Grinning) “Let’s shake things up.”

Charles:

“Bella. Jessica. Revan. Natalie.” (Firm voice, no hesitation.)

Franco:

“Jessica. Bella. Revan. Charles.” (Sighs deeply) “Hate playing God.”

Carlos:

“Bella. Jessica. Revan. Natalie.”

Laila:

“Jessica. Bella. Revan. Franco.” (Quietly) “Sorry.”

Natalie:

“Jessica. Revan. Bella. Laila.”

Y/N:

“Bella. Jessica. Revan. Natalie.” (Eyes empty) “Let’s see what truth survives.”

NOMINEES ANNOUNCED

“The house has spoken. The four nominees are: Bella. Jessica. Revan. Natalie. Two of you will go home… tomorrow.”

Bella smirks. Jessica flips her hair. Revan swallows hard. Natalie looks down.

LANDO & Y/N (KITCHEN)

He watches her stir coffee, silent.

Lando:

“They took our kiss out.”

Y/N (flatly):

“Not surprised. It didn’t fit the plot.”

Lando (steps closer):

“But it meant something, right?”

She sighs. Doesn’t look at him.

Y/N:

“Yeah. But now I don’t know if it meant something to me… or to the show.”

Lando:

“It meant something to me. And that has nothing to do with edits.”

He walks away before she can respond.

She stares after him, aching.

REACTIONS AROUND THE VILLA

Jessica (to Bella):

“You think Revan’s gonna cry when she gets cut?”

Bella (laughs):

“She’ll fake it for Lando.”

Jessica (mocking):

“'Why her and not meeee’ — girl, write a song already.”

Franco (overhearing):

“If you two put as much effort into connection as you do drama, you’d have been finalists.”

Bella:

“Oh please. You’re a walking red flag with a six-pack.”

Franco:

“And still more genuine than your entire existence.”

Jessica (cold):

“Just wait. You’ll miss us when we’re gone.”

Oscar (from behind):

“Promise?”

TASK TWIST

The house gathers in the yard.

Producer Voiceover:

“Today’s task is called: ‘Rewritten.’ Each pair must act out a deleted moment — one that the show cut, altered, or manipulated.”

A screen flickers behind them, playing the cut scenes one by one.

Deleted Kisses. Private Conversations. Soft confessions. Angry breakdowns.

The cast gasps.

TASK PAIRINGS:

Y/N & Charles – The rooftop almost-kiss.

Y/N & Oscar – The kiss after the storm — deleted from Episode 12.

Y/N & Franco – The secret hallway confessional scene — never aired.

Lando & Bella – The forced kiss moment played to manipulate Y/N.

Jessica & Revan – Their secret alliance moment — exposed.

Carlos & Laila – Their flirtatious cooking fail — never shown.

REENACTMENTS BEGIN:

SCENE: Y/N & CHARLES (ROOFTOP)

Charles (soft):

“I would’ve kissed you if they hadn’t cut to black.”

Y/N (shaky):

“Would you still kiss me now, knowing no one can edit it?”

He steps closer.

Charles:

“Yes.”

He doesn’t kiss her. But he touches her face. Foreheads press. It’s intimate. Pure. Uncut.

SCENE: Y/N & OSCAR (STORM NIGHT)

Y/N:

“You make me feel like I’m allowed to break.”

Oscar (quiet):

“Break here. I’ll stay until you put the pieces back.”

He kisses her.

This time — it stays.

SCENE: Y/N & FRANCO (HALLWAY CONFESSIONAL)

They stand facing each other.

Y/N:

“You always say I confuse you.”

Franco:

“Because you’re the only chaos I’d choose.”

He touches her cheek.

But this time, Y/N steps back.

Y/N (soft):

“I’m tired of being chosen in silence.”

Franco watches her walk away.

This time, the camera doesn’t cut.

Y/N’S MELTDOWN

She sits alone in the villa bathroom.

Shoulders shaking. Makeup smeared.

Y/N (whispers):

“Was any of it real? Or did they write my whole heart too?”

The door creaks.

Natalie:

“They didn’t write me. I was real. And I’ll always be your friend. No edits.”

Y/N pulls her into a hug. Real. Honest. Raw.

SHOCKING ENDING

The house is silent again as the moon rises.

Oscar, Charles, Franco, and Lando sit around the fire.

Oscar:

“She’s breaking.”

Charles:

“And we all had a hand in it.”

Lando:

“But who will she trust when it’s over?”

Suddenly, the PA system buzzes.

“Production update: Two eliminations will take place tomorrow. But only one is voted out by the cast. The other? Will be chosen by Y/N.”

Everyone turns.

Shock.

Franco (under his breath):

“They’re making her choose…”

Oscar (furious):

“They’re turning her into the villain.”

Charles:

“And she’ll hate herself for it.”

To Be Continue..

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The Grand Pursuit|27 Every Secret Has Teeth

“It’s never the secret itself. It’s who decides to use it as a weapon.”

Previously on Grand Pursuit…

Carlos made silence feel safe. Lewis made her feel seen. Lando made her fall — literally and metaphorically. Charles reminded her of quiet intimacy. Franco? Still bickering… still watching. But behind the walls — producers have been pulling strings.

Franco found another note. And this time… he’s done staying quiet.

DAY 27 — PRESSURE COOKER

Only three days remain.

The villa is quiet — too quiet — the kind that comes before someone screams or kisses or quits.

OUTDOOR LOUNGE: FRANCO & CHARLES

Franco leans back on the daybed, a note half-folded in his hand.

Charles (eyeing the paper):

“That looks like trouble.”

Franco:

“You have no idea.”

Charles:

“Then enlighten me.”

Franco hesitates.

Franco (finally):

“The producers are playing her. Controlling what footage gets shown. Who gets seen with her. Even who gets blamed.”

Charles (dead serious):

“How do you know?”

Franco hands him the second note.

Charles reads it, jaw tightening.

Charles:

“They’re using her like a storyline.”

Franco:

“Like she’s not a person. And I think she’s starting to feel it.”

Charles (folding the note):

“Then we stop it. No more protecting their show.”

Franco looks at him — surprised, impressed.

They shake on it.

KITCHEN: Y/N, LAILA, JESSICA, BELLA

Everyone’s cooking lunch together. There’s tension — unspoken — as always.

Y/N (to Laila):

“Where’s the paprika?”

Bella (grinning):

“Probably wherever you left your self-awareness, babe.”

Jessica (raising an eyebrow):

“Oh please, Bella. You’re one bad fake cry away from getting cut again.”

Bella (rolling her eyes):

“Jealousy doesn’t look cute on you.”

Jessica (grins):

“No, but exposing you does.”

The room stills.

Jessica (to everyone):

“Bella’s been sleeping in the producer lounge.”

Silence. Then:

Laila:

“Wait— what?”

Bella (defensive):

“It’s not what it sounds like.”

Jessica:

“Oh no? You said you were ‘charging your phone’ every night. But I saw you sneaking out in his hoodie.”

Bella:

“You don’t know anything.”

Jessica (loud):

“You’re trying to make it to the finale with them, not with us.”

Y/N (coldly):

“Is that how you got the edited footage of Lando’s kiss?”

Bella’s face turns white.

Bella:

“Screw this. You all think you’re better?”

Y/N:

“No. Just honest.”

Bella (screaming):

“You think this place is about honesty? You’re all just pawns!”

Jessica:

“Some of us don’t sleep with the chess master.”

Bella lunges — and it takes both Laila and Oscar to pull her back.

Laila (half-laughing):

“Oh my god, what is this — Love & Warzone?”

CONFESSIONAL – Y/N

“The show was a mess from day one. But now? We’re not just surviving the game. We’re surviving each other.”

PACKAGE AT THE GATE

Natalie walks up to the door where a package sits, marked:

“FOR Y/N. PRIVATE.”

She frowns, brings it to the living room.

Everyone gathers.

Oscar:

“Did someone send fan mail?”

Y/N (opens the package): Inside is a burner phone — no sender, no message.

Everyone stares.

The phone buzzes to life.

One text.

“Ask them why they cut out your first kiss with Oscar. And why Charles’ confessions never made it to the final edit. They’re rewriting your story.”

Y/N (quietly):

“Someone’s watching.”

Franco (in her ear):

“Not just someone. Everyone.”

She turns to him, stunned.

Y/N:

“You knew.”

Franco:

“I didn’t want to believe it. But the proof keeps showing up.”

Y/N & FRANCO (PRIVATE)

Out on the back steps, where no cameras are officially allowed.

Y/N (low):

“Tell me everything.”

He hands her the two notes.

Franco:

“I found them under the deck. And outside the producer room. They’ve been controlling everything. Lando. Oscar. Even Charles.”

Y/N (sinking):

“They never wanted me to choose. They wanted me to react.”

Franco:

“They turned you into a storyline. And we let them.”

Y/N (voice cracking):

“How do I fix this?”

Franco:

“Burn it down.”

TASK ANNOUNCEMENT: “ONE WORD”

“Tonight’s task is ONE WORD. You’ll all gather under the courtyard lights. Each person must choose ONE word to describe each housemate. No filters. No apologies.”

This is going to be war.

THE TASK — EMOTIONS UNLEASHED

Jessica (to Bella):

“Manipulative.”

Bella (to Jessica):

“Irrelevant.”

Y/N (to Franco):

“Complicated.”

Franco (to Y/N):

“Unforgettable.”

Oscar (to Charles):

“Presentable.”

Charles (to Oscar):

“Ghost.”

Lando (to Y/N):

“Home.”

Her breath catches.

Y/N (to Lando):

“Dangerous.”

Revan (to Y/N):

“Thief.”

Silence again.

Y/N (to Revan):

“Transparent.”

Carlos (to Y/N):

“Storm.”

Lewis (to Y/N):

“Anchor.”

Natalie (watching all of this):

“Therapy’s gonna love this footage.”

NIGHT – BONFIRE

A fire crackles. Y/N sits between Oscar and Charles. Lando is across the pit. Franco lingers in the dark behind her.

Oscar (quietly):

“You okay?”

Y/N (soft):

“No. But I’m not scared anymore.”

Charles:

“What are you thinking?”

Y/N:

“That if I’m going to fall… I want to choose who catches me.”

Charles places a soft hand on her back.

Across the fire, Lando watches — expression unreadable.

Franco lights a cigarette, staring into the flames.

Franco (muttering):

“Time to make it public.”

PRODUCER’S HACK

Franco breaks into the control room.

Finds the live editing board.

And uploads the two notes. Then attaches the footage from the burner phone.

Franco (into the mic):

“If you’re going to make her a show… make sure the world sees who’s directing it.”

He uploads it to the villa’s internal network.

All TVs flicker to life.

ENTIRE VILLA WATCHES THE TRUTH

Everyone runs to the main lounge.

TVs play the full footage. The producer’s notes. The deleted kisses. The edited confessions. The cast reactions.

Y/N stands in the center.

The room is silent.

Lando:

“They used all of us.”

Jessica (to Bella):

“You were in on it?”

Bella (defeated):

“I thought it’d get me to the finale.”

Y/N (quietly):

“And now?”

Bella:

“I don’t even know who I am anymore.”

To Be Continued...

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The Grand Pursuit|26 The Closer It Gets, The Louder It Hurts

“Sometimes it’s not the goodbye that breaks you. It’s knowing what could’ve been.”

Previously on Grand Pursuit…

Y/N confronted Franco about his date with Revan. She ignored Lando and shared a soft moment with Oscar — which Lando watched, jealous. But then Franco discovered something: a producer’s note. Y/N’s storyline isn’t just unfolding — It’s being controlled.

DAY 26 – “ALMOST THERE”

The villa feels heavier today. There are only 4 days left.

People smile, but it doesn’t reach their eyes.

Franco still hasn’t told Y/N about the note. He watches her now — deep in thought — sitting with Carlos under the lemon tree.

Y/N & CARLOS

Carlos (softly):

“You don’t smile like you used to.”

Y/N (laughs lightly):

“Maybe because I used to think this was a game. Now it feels like a maze.”

Carlos:

“So stop running. Sit in it. Figure out what makes you want to stay.”

Y/N (looking at him):

“You’ve been quiet through all of it. Observing. Why?”

Carlos (shrugs):

“Because I didn’t come here to fight over people. But then I met you.”

Y/N:

“And?”

Carlos (serious):

“And now I’m fighting myself.”

Her throat tightens. There’s something gentle about Carlos — stable, comforting — and somehow just out of reach.

Y/N (smiles faintly):

“You make silence feel safe.”

He brushes a thumb against her knuckle.

Carlos:

“Stay with me a little longer.”

IN THE KITCHEN: Y/N & LEWIS

Y/N walks in for juice and finds Lewis alone at the counter.

Lewis:

“The quiet always finds us, doesn’t it?”

Y/N:

“You’re always in it. I just visit.”

Lewis:

“That’s the thing. You don’t just visit — you shift it. Make the silence ache.”

She blinks.

Y/N:

“We never talk much.”

Lewis:

“Doesn’t mean I don’t see you.”

He hands her the glass.

Lewis (softly):

“You think you’re breaking apart. But really, you’re shedding what isn’t yours to carry.”

She breathes in deeply, staring at the floor.

Y/N (whispers):

“What if I don’t know what’s mine anymore?”

Lewis:

“Then wait. The truth always arrives. Usually loud.”

They smile at each other.

It’s not chemistry. It’s peace.

And she needed it.

TASK ANNOUNCEMENT — “FALL FOR ME”

“Welcome to Fall For Me. You and your partner will be blindfolded and must guide each other across a rope course above the pool — using only your voice. One leads. One falls — on purpose. The other catches. You will not know who catches whom until it happens.”

Winner gets a private sunset dinner on the rooftop. No cameras.

Pairs:

Y/N & Lando

Charles & Cassie

Franco & Bella

Oscar & Jessica

Carlos & Laila

Revan & Lewis

Natalie volunteers to sit out

THE TASK: Y/N & LANDO

Tension radiates between them as the blindfolds go on.

Y/N (to Lando):

“Can I trust you to catch me?”

Lando (low):

“I never stopped wanting to.”

She grips the rope. Above the pool. Heart pounding.

Y/N:

“Left. Straight. Stop.”

His breath is ragged.

Lando:

“You okay?”

Y/N:

“Don’t talk. Just follow.”

When it’s time — she lets go. She doesn’t know if he’ll catch her. The drop feels like forever.

But she lands — safely.

In his arms.

They don’t let go right away.

Lando (whispers):

“Do you hate me?”

Y/N (quiet):

“No. That would be easier.”

They win.

ROOFTOP DINNER: Y/N & LANDO

No cameras. Just string lights and wind.

Lando (soft):

“I didn’t want Bella. I wanted to feel… wanted. You make me forget I’m replaceable.”

Y/N:

“You’re not. But you made me feel like I was.”

He leans forward, voice breaking.

Lando:

“If I kissed you now, would it matter?”

Y/N:

“I don’t know anymore. All I know is — it’d feel real.”

She doesn’t kiss him.

But her fingers touch his, linger, tangle.

Y/N:

“Let’s just… feel this. For now.”

BACK AT THE VILLA: FRANCO & Y/N

Franco corners her near the hallway.

Franco:

“So, back to Lando again?”

Y/N (tired):

“Why does it matter to you?”

Franco (defensive):

“Because you deserve better than being someone’s back-and-forth.”

Y/N (sarcastic):

“Like you, right? The guy who flirts with every girl but acts like he’s above it all?”

Franco (snaps):

“At least I don’t pretend I’m confused.”

Y/N (steps closer):

“You’re not as untouchable as you think.”

They stand chest to chest. Breathing sharp. Too close. Too angry.

Franco (quiet):

“And you’re not as invincible either.”

She doesn’t move.

Neither does he.

Then she turns and walks away.

But his eyes follow her.

CHARLES & Y/N

They sit in the hammock.

No one else around.

Charles:

“Four more days.”

Y/N:

“I don’t even know what I want anymore.”

Charles:

“Then forget the end. Ask yourself: what moment would you live in, if you could freeze one?”

She thinks.

Y/N:

“The night on the rooftop. You and me. No noise. Just… truth.”

He nods.

Charles:

“For me, it’s now.”

She blinks.

Y/N (soft):

“Now?”

Charles (leans in):

“Because now I’m with you — and I don’t know what happens next.”

Their foreheads touch.

Not a kiss. Something deeper.

FRANCO AT THE PRODUCER OFFICE DOOR

Franco paces outside the locked producer room.

He holds the note again.

He knocks.

No answer.

He pulls out a second note — one he hasn’t shown anyone. Reads it again.

“If Y/N ever finds out, pull back Lando’s access to footage. If Charles becomes too obvious, adjust narrative. Oscar = fallback edit. DO NOT lose control of her emotional arc.”

Franco clenches his jaw.

Franco (to himself):

“They’re not choosing for her. Not on my watch.”

He shoves the note into his hoodie and walks away.

To Be Continue..

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The Grand Pursuit|25 Something Always Snaps Before the Storm

“You don’t always see the knife coming. Sometimes, it’s handed to you.”

Previously on Grand Pursuit…

Y/N shared a gentle moment with Carlos, and opened up about seeing Lando kiss Bella. That night, she kissed Charles. And Revan’s rage boiled over. Lando began to realize what he’d lost. But it might already be too late.

MORNING — UNSPOKEN WAR

Y/N walks into the kitchen.

Oscar hands her a mug of coffee without speaking.

She smiles.

Across the room, Lando watches. She doesn’t look at him. Not once.

Lando (to Revan, trying to sound casual):

“She mad at me?”

Revan (dry):

“She’s not mad. She’s disappointed. That’s worse.”

PATIO – FRANCO & Y/N

Y/N finds Franco sitting outside with his feet up, sunglasses on, scribbling in a journal.

Y/N (leaning back):

“Journaling or sketching your next insult?”

Franco (smirks):

“Plotting who I’ll ignore today.”

Y/N (serious):

“You and Revan. Your date — what happened?”

He blinks.

Franco:

“You mean besides watching her flirt with every waiter in a 5-mile radius?”

Y/N:

“She came back… furious. Said things about me. Ugly things. Like I stole something from her.”

Franco leans back, lowers his voice.

Franco:

“We talked about the game. About Lando. About you. She said you always act innocent but pull everyone in.”

Y/N (quiet):

“That’s not what I do.”

Franco (nods):

“I know. But she doesn’t. Because the guy she’s wanted all season looked at you like you were gravity.”

That lands deep.

Y/N (softly):

“I didn’t ask for it. I never wanted to take anything from her.”

Franco (sighs):

“Wanting something isn’t theft, cariño. It’s just… messy.”

LUNCH — TENSION AT THE TABLE

Everyone’s at the table.

Y/N sits beside Oscar. Lando is two seats away — but can’t stop glancing.

Oscar (quietly, just to Y/N):

“He’s staring again.”

Y/N (without looking):

“Let him.”

Oscar:

“Want to make it worse?”

She looks at him.

Y/N:

“How?”

Oscar reaches for her hand under the table. Just lightly.

She lets him.

Across the table, Lando’s jaw tightens.

Jessica (noticing):

“Well. Looks like our little love triangle is now a square. How geometrically satisfying.”

Bella (to Lando, teasing):

“You okay, baby? You’ve barely eaten.”

Lando doesn’t answer.

Revan (under her breath to Bella):

“You’re not making it better.”

TASK ANNOUNCEMENT – “WIRED TRUTH”

“Tonight’s task: Wired Truth. Each contestant is secretly wired with a heart rate monitor. You’ll each ask one contestant a personal question. If their heart rate spikes — they drink. If not — you do.”

Everyone groans.

Franco (grins):

“This is going to be hell. I’m so ready.”

TASK BEGINS — NIGHTTIME, UNDER STRING LIGHTS

Each contestant takes turns in the hot seat.

Charles (to Y/N):

“Would you have kissed me if no one else was in the picture?”

Y/N’s pulse doesn’t spike.

Everyone gasps.

Charles (smiles softly):

“Guess I’ll drink.”

Lando (to Oscar):

“If Y/N picked you in the end, would it feel like settling?”

Oscar’s pulse jumps.

Oscar (chugs):

“Nice try.”

Y/N watches that carefully.

Bella (to Y/N):

“If Lando kissed you right now — would you kiss him back?”

The silence. The tension.

Y/N’s pulse remains steady.

Y/N (cold):

“Not even in my nightmares.”

Lando looks away.

Franco (to Revan):

“Did you ever want Y/N gone from the game?”

Revan’s heart rate jumps.

Revan (choking on her drink):

“That’s not— I mean, everyone’s a threat.”

Franco (low):

“You didn’t answer.”

CONFESSIONAL – Y/N

“That task… Exposed more than anyone expected. But the worst part? It didn’t answer the questions that matter.”

POST-TASK – POOL NIGHT

Y/N walks outside alone, toes skimming the water.

Oscar follows.

Oscar:

“You okay?”

Y/N (quiet):

“I’m trying to be.”

Oscar (sits beside her):

“You didn’t flinch when Bella asked about Lando. That’s strength.”

Y/N (laughs softly):

“Or numbness. One of the two.”

He’s silent.

Then—

Oscar:

“What if I said I still think about you? That even now, when things are complicated… you still feel like home.”

Her throat tightens.

Y/N (honest):

“Then I’d say… home never felt so confusing.”

He reaches up, brushes her hair behind her ear.

Oscar (quietly):

“Still want to stay confused together?”

Before she can answer—

Lando:

“Hey.”

They both look up.

Lando stands by the edge of the pool, hands in his pockets, pretending not to notice Oscar’s hand on Y/N’s arm.

Lando:

“Can I talk to you?”

Y/N (flatly):

“I’m in a conversation.”

Lando (more intense):

“Please.”

Oscar steps back.

Y/N stands but doesn’t move closer.

Y/N (cold):

“Did Bella send you to say sorry? Or is this your guilt speaking?”

Lando:

“I didn’t kiss her. She kissed me. I didn’t pull away fast enough, but—”

Y/N (interrupts):

“You didn’t stop it. That’s all that matters.”

She walks away, back to Oscar. Leaves Lando in silence.

FRANCO'S REVELATION

Franco sits in confessional — serious for once.

Franco:

“There’s a storm coming. Not just with the boys and Y/N. Something’s off.”

He reaches into his hoodie.

Pulls out a folded piece of paper.

Franco:

“Found this under the pool deck. Didn’t mean to look. But it’s a production note.”

He unfolds it, shows the camera.

It reads:

“Y/N storyline — escalate triangle into final conflict. Oscar/Lando/Charles. Keep her unaware. Control dynamic for final week.”

He looks into the camera.

Franco (dark):

“They’re not just playing the game. They’re playing her.”

To Be Continued...

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The Grand Pursuit|24 If I Felt Nothing, I Wouldn’t Hurt

“Some wounds don’t bleed. They echo.”

Previously on Grand Pursuit…

Franco finally apologized. Y/N confronted Lando — the note wasn’t his. A task with Oscar brought a different kind of closeness. A rooftop moment with Charles cracked something open. And then, Bella kissed Lando. He didn’t stop her.

MORNING – TENSION IN THE AIR

The morning buzzes with quiet discomfort.

Natalie and Laila whisper over coffee.

Jessica is fake-laughing too loudly. Bella hums like she owns the house.

Y/N sits on the couch, staring out the window, unmoving — until Charles sits beside her.

Charles:

“You didn’t eat.”

Y/N:

“Didn’t feel like forcing food down a throat that’s too full of confusion.”

Charles (soft):

“Want company in that confusion?”

She smiles faintly.

TASK ANNOUNCEMENT — “THE TOWER TEST”

“Welcome to The Tower Test. You and your partner will stack crates — barefoot — while balancing each other on opposite sides. The tallest, most stable tower in 15 minutes wins a night out beyond the villa walls. Choose wisely.”

Pairs:

Y/N & Carlos

Charles & Laila

Lando & Jessica (Revan’s eyebrows shoot up)

Oscar & Bella (Oscar clearly rolls his eyes)

Revan & Franco

Natalie & Cassie

TASK – Y/N & CARLOS

Carlos stands beside her, shirt tucked behind his back, smile soft.

Carlos:

“Ready to build chaos?”

Y/N:

“I’ve been doing that with men emotionally for weeks. This can’t be harder.”

Carlos (grins):

“Then I’ll be your calm.”

They begin. Y/N stands on one side of the platform, Carlos on the other.

They pass crates back and forth, inching higher.

Her balance wobbles.

Carlos (quick):

“Don’t panic. Just breathe. You’ve got this.”

Y/N (quietly):

“I wish someone said that to me last night.”

Carlos (meeting her eyes):

“Then I’ll say it now. And again. And as many times as you need.”

She holds his gaze for a beat too long.

The crates shift — they both laugh, nearly falling.

They don’t win. But when they fall, they fall together.

No tension. Just breathless laughter.

POST-TASK — STILL BREATHING

They sit on the grass, drinking water.

Carlos:

“You okay?”

Y/N (softly):

“No.”

She watches Lando from afar. Bella throws her head back at something he says.

Y/N:

“I saw them. Last night.”

Carlos:

“The kiss?”

She nods, voice tight.

Y/N:

“I didn’t expect it to hurt. But it did. And that’s the part I can’t forgive myself for. If I felt nothing, it wouldn’t ache.”

Carlos doesn’t say anything for a moment.

Then—

Carlos (gently):

“You can’t control when someone stops being yours. But you can control whether they keep living inside you rent-free.”

Y/N:

“You think I’m stupid?”

Carlos:

“No. I think you’re just heart-full. And unfortunately, that’s rare.”

NIGHT – Y/N & CHARLES

Y/N sneaks into the quiet reading room. She needs silence. But she finds Charles already there.

He’s reading, glasses low on his nose. (She didn’t even know he wore glasses.)

Y/N:

“Wow. You’re giving tortured professor energy right now.”

Charles (looks up):

“Ah, the love interest trope. Guess that makes you the reckless student.”

She sits beside him, knees almost touching.

Y/N:

“You’re being quiet. Even for you.”

Charles (softly):

“I saw the kiss too. Lando and Bella.”

She stiffens.

Charles:

“It looked like… forgetting. Not feeling.”

Y/N (low):

“And ours? The rooftop moment. That wasn’t forgetting someone else?”

Charles (meets her eyes):

“No. That was remembering you.”

Silence again.

Until he leans forward. Touches her cheek — slow, featherlight.

Charles:

“Can I?”

She nods. Just once.

He kisses her. It’s soft — nothing like Lando’s fire or Oscar’s warmth. It’s clarity.

Her fingers curl into his shirt.

And for a moment, everything stops.

CONFESSIONAL – Y/N

“I don’t know what’s right. But I know what felt honest. And that kiss? Felt like someone choosing me — without needing to compete for me.”

FIREWORKS & WHISPERS

Outside, the winners of the task (Franco and Revan) return from their night out, smug and smugger.

Bella twirls back into the living room, laughter faked.

Lando follows, subdued.

He sees Y/N across the room.

She doesn’t look away.

But she doesn’t smile either.

Revan approaches Y/N, dragging her into the hallway.

Revan:

“Are we gonna pretend you’re not the problem?”

Y/N (arms crossed):

“Do enlighten me.”

Revan (snaps):

“You don’t even know what you’re doing. Charles, Lando, Oscar—Jesus, even Franco. They orbit you like you’re the fucking sun.”

Y/N:

“Maybe stop blaming me for their gravitational pull.”

Revan (cold):

“You make them feel like they’re the only one. Then pull away before they realize they’re just another square on your chessboard.”

Y/N (darkly):

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Revan:

“Don’t I? You’re mad about Lando and Bella? Why? You’re too busy kissing Charles and crying in Oscar’s arms.”

Y/N:

“And yet, somehow, they still choose me. Even when I don’t ask.”

That shuts Revan up — only for a second.

Revan (whispers):

“They’ll stop. Sooner or later. They always do.”

LANDO IN THE DARK

Lando stands alone outside the pool.

Oscar walks by, stops.

Oscar (nods):

“Did she say anything about the kiss?”

Lando (quiet):

“No. But she doesn’t have to.”

Oscar waits.

Lando (low):

“I already know I fucked up.”

Oscar (shrugs):

“You think a girl like her waits around for ‘maybe?’ Because I don’t.”

He walks off.

Lando stays.

And for the first time… looks afraid.

To Be Continued...

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The Grand Pursuit|23 Truth, Twisted

“When trust cracks, it doesn’t echo. It shatters quietly — and the damage is irreversible.”

Previously on Grand Pursuit…

Oscar reminded Y/N: only nine days left — and she has to stop thinking about who wants her, and start asking who she wants. In a fiery task, Lando confessed his fantasies. Oscar confessed he still cares. Franco confessed... nothing. Then came the kiss — Lando and Y/N. And a fake note, written to break her. But it didn’t. Not yet.

EARLY MORNING

Y/N is making tea in the quiet kitchen when Franco walks in. No smirk. No sunglasses. Just him.

Franco (low):

“Don’t throw it at me, but… I owe you something.”

Y/N (doesn’t look up):

“If it’s more attitude, I’ll pass.”

He exhales. Leans against the counter.

Franco:

“I was a dick. In the slime thing. In general. I keep pushing people away before they push me.”

She looks up finally.

Franco (quieter):

“You didn’t deserve what I said. I just didn’t know how to deal with someone who sees right through me.”

A pause.

Y/N (gently):

“Then start dealing with it. Because I’m not going anywhere.”

He nods. For once, no comeback. Just rawness.

Franco (smiling faintly):

“Still wouldn’t mind throwing you in slime, though.”

Y/N (laughs):

“Now that’s the Franco I know.”

CONFESSIONAL – Y/N

“Franco apologizing? Unexpected. But honest. And sometimes honesty is more intimate than a kiss.”

CONFRONTATION – Y/N & LANDO

Y/N finds Lando lounging outside, legs stretched, sunglasses on.

She walks up and drops the note on his chest.

Y/N:

“You wrote this?”

He blinks. Looks at it. Frowns.

Lando:

“No.”

Y/N (flat):

“It’s your handwriting.”

Lando (picking it up):

“It’s not. Look at the loop on the G. I don’t write like that.”

He stands, voice serious.

Lando (lower):

“You think I’d say something that important and then just… slip it into your bag like a damn prank?”

Y/N (quiet):

“I don’t know. That’s the problem.”

Lando:

“Then maybe the problem isn’t me. Maybe it’s you still expecting the worst of people.”

Y/N (sharp):

“Because every time I start to trust someone, something breaks.”

Lando (softer):

“Then let me be the one that doesn’t.”

That lands. But she doesn’t say anything. Just leaves the note behind as she walks away.

TASK ANNOUNCEMENT — “TRUST ME BLINDLY”

“Today’s task: Trust Me Blindly Two-person teams. One is blindfolded. The other guides them through an obstacle course — no touching allowed, only words. Fastest team wins a candlelight dinner and private hot tub time.”

Oscar and Y/N are paired.

Jessica (mocking):

“Oh cute. Therapy session in a mud pit.”

Y/N (smirking):

“Wanna join? You clearly need it.”

TASK BEGINS — OSCAR & Y/N

Y/N wears the blindfold. Oscar stands outside the ropes.

Oscar:

“Step forward. Three slow ones. Then left.”

Y/N:

“There’s something squishy under my foot.”

Oscar:

“It’s fake intestines. Don’t ask. Step anyway.”

She laughs mid-gag.

Y/N:

“You guiding me or planning to kill me?”

Oscar:

“Both.”

As they move, it gets smoother. Their rhythm clicks.

Oscar (softly):

“You trust me?”

Y/N:

“We’re here, aren’t we?”

Oscar:

“Then go all in. Three big steps. And jump.”

She does.

Lands safely in his arms. Blindfold still on. Her hands rest against his chest. His breath catches.

Y/N (quiet):

“Still planning to kill me?”

Oscar:

“Only with kindness.”

She lifts the blindfold slowly. They’re inches apart.

But she doesn’t lean in.

Neither does he.

Instead, they just… smile.

TASK ENDS — THEY WIN.

Oscar and Y/N take the prize.

Lando walks away before they leave.

Charles watches silently.

Bella mutters to Jessica, loud enough for Natalie to hear.

Bella:

“Would be so tragic if someone’s private dinner wasn’t so… private.”

Jessica smirks.

DINNER WITH OSCAR

The candlelight flickers.

Oscar pours her sparkling water like it’s champagne.

Oscar:

“To trust. Even if it’s terrifying.”

Y/N:

“To making it to the end without crying every night.”

Oscar (grins):

“I’ve cried. Just internally. Very masculine tears.”

They laugh. Then fall into a softer silence.

Y/N:

“Why didn’t you ever hate me?”

Oscar:

“Because even when I didn’t like what you did, I still liked you.”

Her throat tightens.

Y/N:

“I don’t know who I want.”

Oscar (nods):

“You don’t have to. But you do need to know who makes you feel safest. And who makes you feel most like you.”

NIGHT – ROOFTOP : CHARLES & Y/N

Later that night, Y/N climbs up to the rooftop lounge to find Charles already sitting, arms over his knees.

Charles (smiles):

“You always find the quiet places too.”

Y/N:

“They’re the only ones that don’t ask anything from me.”

He pats the spot beside him.

They sit in silence for a beat.

Charles:

“So. You and Lando.”

Y/N (sighs):

“It was a moment. A kiss. That’s it.”

Charles (nods):

“Do you regret it?”

Y/N:

“I regret not knowing if it meant something. And I hate how you saw it.”

Charles (softly):

“I didn’t see the kiss. I saw the pause after. Like you weren’t sure.”

Y/N (looking at him):

“And if I wasn’t?”

Charles (quiet):

“Then you and I aren’t done yet.”

Their hands brush. He doesn’t pull away.

Charles:

“You don’t need to kiss me to prove anything. But if you ever want to—”

Y/N (soft):

“I’d want to because it’s you. Not in spite of anyone else.”

Their faces hover close.

But again… no kiss.

Only breath. Only tension. Only something waiting to happen.

CONFESSIONAL – Y/N

“Oscar makes me feel safe. Lando makes me feel wanted. Charles makes me feel… Seen. I can’t figure out which matters more.”

BELLA’S NEXT MOVE

Bella sneaks out to the terrace where Lando is sitting alone, arms crossed.

Bella (gentle):

“Rough night?”

Lando (dry):

“You have no idea.”

Bella (softly):

“Want to talk about it?”

She leans in just enough. Her perfume lingers.

Lando (quiet):

“Maybe. Or maybe I just want to forget.”

She smiles.

Bella:

“Then let me help you with that.”

She leans in — slow.

And he doesn't stop her.

To Be Continued...

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The Grand Pursuit|22 Only Nine Days Left

“The end is near — and she can’t keep avoiding the truth: she’ll have to choose.”

Previously on Grand Pursuit…

Franco and Y/N’s failure in the task turned into a battlefield. Lewis and Y/N finally reconnected, while Charles made her smile again. Behind closed lips, Revan and Bella plotted a downfall. And the house? Slowly splitting — again. Nine days. Nine cracks. Let’s make one of them break.

MORNING – KITCHEN AFTERSHOCK

Y/N walks into the kitchen. Franco is already there, biting into toast, shirtless, mood unreadable.

She grabs a mug. The silence is loud.

Franco (without looking up):

“You gonna scream at me again, or just glare today?”

Y/N (cool):

“Don’t flatter yourself. I’ve got better things to waste my voice on.”

He turns. A spark in his eye.

Franco:

“Like Charles?”

Y/N (smirking):

“Maybe. At least he doesn’t throw tantrums in spaghetti.”

Franco (grinning):

“At least he doesn’t throw you off your game.”

Y/N:

“You didn’t throw me off anything. You just exposed what happens when ego gets louder than strategy.”

Franco (low):

“Funny. That’s what I was thinking about you.”

They lock eyes. Long. Tense. Dangerous.

CUT TO: OSCAR & Y/N

Later, outside near the steps where no one usually sits, Oscar finds her.

Oscar:

“You okay?”

Y/N (soft):

“Yeah. Just… over it all.”

Oscar (sits beside her):

“You know there’s only nine days left?”

She exhales. Slowly.

Y/N:

“Don’t remind me.”

Oscar:

“You keep worrying about who wants you. But maybe you should ask yourself something else.”

Y/N (looking at him):

“Like what?”

Oscar:

“Who you want.”

She freezes. That lands harder than expected.

Oscar (low):

“They all want you. I get it. I did too. Still kinda do. But this isn’t about them anymore.”

Y/N:

“You still do?”

Oscar:

“I never really stopped.”

Their eyes hold. His hand brushes hers. But she doesn’t pull away. She just looks at him — like she’s seeing him clearly for the first time in days.

CONFESSIONAL – Y/N

“Oscar just… says things. No games. No charm tricks. Just honesty. And that’s the scariest thing, I think.”

TASK ANNOUNCEMENT — “THE TEMPTATION GAME”

The host’s voice cuts through the speakers.

“Welcome to The Temptation Game. Each of you will be asked one private question. You can either:

Answer honestly in front of everyone.

Or refuse and accept a consequence chosen by another player.”

The house lights up with nervous energy.

Bella (grinning):

“Finally. Something juicy.”

Charles:

“This is going to get dangerous fast.”

THE QUESTIONS BEGIN

Lando is first.

“Have you ever imagined sleeping with Y/N?”

Lando smirks.

Lando:

“Yeah. More than once.”

Revan’s jaw ticks. Y/N exhales — slow, lips parted.

Lando (to Y/N, calmly):

“And no, I’m not sorry.”

Jessica:

“Have you faked an alliance just for survival?”

Jessica:

“Absolutely.”

Cassie stiffens beside her.

Charles:

“Would you leave the house early if it meant Y/N would win?”

Charles (quietly):

“Yes.”

Y/N’s throat tightens.

Franco:

“Pathetic.”

Charles:

“Not as pathetic as dragging a girl through slime and blaming her when you choke.”

Franco:

“Still talking about tasks, or Y/N now?”

Oscar:

“Would you date Y/N in the real world?”

Oscar (nods):

“Yeah. I would.”

Y/N (softly):

“Stop saying the right things, Oscar.”

Oscar:

“I’m just saying what’s true.”

Bella’s Question:

“Have you ever flirted with someone just to get back at Y/N?”

Bella smiles sweetly.

Bella:

“No. But I will.”

Franco’s Turn:

“Would you kiss Y/N right now — if no one else existed?”

He stares across the room. Y/N is watching. So is everyone else.

Franco (shrugging):

“Yeah. But I’d also fight with her after.”

Oscar (cold):

“You already do that part.”

AFTERMATH – TENSION EXPLODES

Outside, after the game ends, Lando and Y/N finally steal a moment in the garden.

Lando (quietly):

“What Charles said… what Oscar said…”

Y/N:

“I know.”

Lando:

“I want to be the one you choose. But I’m not gonna beg for it. I’m just gonna show you.”

He steps forward, lifts her chin.

Lando (soft):

“Unless you tell me to stop.”

She doesn’t.

He kisses her.

And it’s not rushed. It’s slow. Hot. Deep. But laced with years of unsaid things.

When they pull back, Y/N’s breathless.

Lando:

“Nine days. You don’t owe any of us anything — except the truth.”

BALCONY — CHARLES

From the second-floor balcony, Charles watches.

His jaw clenches.

In the shadows, Bella watches him.

Bella (softly, to herself):

“Jealousy looks good on you, Charles. Let it burn.”

CONFESSIONAL – CHARLES

“I thought I was ahead. But it’s not a race anymore. It’s war.”

REVAN'S FINAL MOVE (FOR NOW)

Revan finds Jessica by the hallway mirror.

Revan:

“Wanna know how to make Y/N lose it?”

Jessica (smirking):

“Always.”

Revan hands her a folded note.

Revan:

“Put that in her bag. She’ll think it’s from Lando.”

Jessica:

“And it’s not?”

Revan:

“It’s from me. But it says exactly what she wants to hear.”

Jessica:

“What happens after?”

Revan (cold smile):

“She trusts the wrong person. And then breaks.”

LATER THAT NIGHT

Y/N finds the note in her bag.

It’s written in Lando’s handwriting. It says:

“When this ends… I want it to be us.”

She holds it to her chest. Smiles. But then… something clicks.

The handwriting. The spacing.

Her smile fades.

Y/N (softly):

“This isn’t him.”

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The Grand Pursuit|21 Games We Didn’t Mean to Play”

“Sometimes, it’s not the task that breaks you — it’s who you’re doing it with.”

Previously on Grand Pursuit…

Y/N and Revan were locked in a room for 24 hours. Revan cracked. Y/N didn’t. The house was forced to pick sides — and they did. Loudly. But now that the lines are drawn… who’s actually loyal?

MORNING — TASK ANNOUNCEMENT

The contestants gather by the pool. A huge red-and-white mat is laid out — like a messy human-sized puzzle.

Host :

“Today’s task: Melted Messages. Paired players must crawl through a maze of slime, spaghetti, and foam, searching for matching tiles to complete a quote puzzle.”

“First team to finish wins a pool party pass + an exclusive 2-person dinner.”

Lando (grinning):

“Slime and letters? God, I feel ten again.”

Carlos (snorts):

“At least ten-year-olds aren’t this dramatic.”

TASK PAIRINGS

Franco & Y/N

Charles & Laila

Lewis & Natalie

Revan & Isack

Jessica & Bella

Oscar & Cassie

Carlos & Lando

Y/N (low, to herself):

“Of course.”

Franco (flat):

“Let’s just get through it.”

TASK BEGINS — “MELTED MESSAGES”

Everyone crawls into the mess — foam everywhere, spaghetti flying, tiles being flung.

Y/N (to Franco):

“We need the ‘W’ tile — you tossed it behind you!”

Franco (snapping):

“You said left. I went left!”

Y/N:

“I meant my left!”

Franco:

“Well say that next time!”

Y/N (gritting):

“Maybe if you listened instead of trying to control everything—”

Franco (cutting in):

“Control? You’re the one trying to run this like some perfect show moment!”

Y/N:

“I’m trying to win! Not flirt with cameras!”

Everyone turns subtly as the shouting grows louder.

TASK ENDS – TENSION BOILS

Charles & Laila win the task, followed by Carlos & Lando.

Franco and Y/N never finish. They sit, soaked and fuming.

Franco (mutters):

“Maybe you’d focus more if you weren’t too busy collecting boyfriends.”

Y/N (spins around):

“Excuse me?”

Franco (louder):

“Oscar. Charles. Lando. You keep them orbiting like moons, and when things go wrong, suddenly it’s everyone else’s fault.”

Y/N (cold):

“You really think this is about jealousy?”

Franco (sarcastic):

“It’s about you not knowing how to be real unless someone’s chasing you.”

Y/N (quietly):

“You’re angry I don’t chase you back.”

Boom. Silence.

Even Revan pauses, a slow, wicked smile on her lips.

Franco (tight):

“You’re not who I thought you were.”

Y/N:

“You never saw me to begin with.”

She storms off.

LATER – LEWIS AND Y/N

Y/N sits alone in the garden, peeling foam from her arm. Lewis approaches with two water bottles.

Lewis (offering one):

“That was… a lot.”

Y/N (soft):

“Understatement.”

Lewis (sitting beside her):

“We haven’t talked much. Not really. Since that one night.”

Y/N:

“I didn’t think you were the type to get involved in… all this.”

Lewis:

“I’m not. But that doesn’t mean I don’t notice things. Like how you keep showing up — even when people throw knives.”

Y/N (quietly, sincere):

“That’s… really kind.”

Lewis (smiles):

“It’s not kindness. It’s the truth. And I don’t say that unless I mean it.”

They share a soft silence. It’s simple. Gentle. The kind of peace Y/N forgot existed here.

TASK WINNER’S MOMENT —

CHARLES & Y/N ( charles decided as winner to take y/n as plus one)

Charles finds her by the cabana.

Charles (teasing):

“Thought you’d be swimming in slime still.”

Y/N (dry):

“Thanks. Needed that.”

Charles (sitting beside her):

“You okay?”

Y/N:

“Franco’s just… Franco.”

Charles:

“He looked like a toddler denied a lollipop.”

Y/N (laughing):

“That’s offensive to toddlers.”

They grin at each other.

Charles:

“For what it’s worth — you handled him with way more grace than I would’ve.”

Y/N:

“I don’t feel graceful.”

Charles (quietly):

“You feel like someone I’d choose again. And again.”

That silence between them turns softer. Thicker.

But they’re interrupted.

BEHIND THE CURTAIN

Revan leans in close to Bella and whispers.

Revan:

“You want to break her? Do it from the inside. Make her doubt the ones she trusts.”

Bella:

“Oscar’s already halfway there. And Lando… all it takes is a nudge.”

Revan (smirking):

“So nudge. Let the house burn. She’ll be alone before the finale even hits.”

CONFESSIONAL – BELLA

“Franco’s anger was useful. He cracked the shell. Now we just have to dig into the meat.”

“And when she finally breaks? We’ll smile, pretend to care — and win.”

To Be Continued..

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The Grand Pursuit|20

Locked In, Drawn Out

“Sometimes, the worst cage is sharing air with someone who used to love you.”

Previously on Grand Pursuit…

Bella played Oscar like a soft song. Jessica finally exploded on her. Y/N and Oscar grew soft and peaceful again. Lando and Y/N? That spark flickered back to life. But it was Revan who made the move — asking producers to lock her in a room with Y/N for 24 hours. And now… it begins.

MORNING – TASK ANNOUNCEMENT

Everyone is called into the living room. The screen flashes:

“TASK 20: PRISONER’S GAME Y/N and Revan will be locked in ‘the jail room’ for 24 hours. But there's a twist.”

“You — the rest of the contestants — must split into two teams: Team Y/N Team Revan Each team must have exactly 6 members.”

“Everything the teams do in the next 24 hours — meals, activities, sleep schedules — will impact your champion.”

“The girl with the stronger team by the end of 24 hours… wins.”

Everyone goes dead silent.

Laila (whispering):

“This is going to get ugly.”

THE DRAFT BEGINS

The group forms a loose circle.

Revan (crossed arms):

“I just want to know who’s real. That’s it.”

Y/N (calmly):

“I want people who want to stand with me. Not out of fear. Not out of guilt.”

Oscar (quietly, first):

“I’m with Y/N.”

Lando (right after):

“Same.”

Jessica:

“Revan.”

Natalie:

“Y/N.”

Charles (low):

“I’ll stand with her.” (nods at Y/N)

Cassie (looking at Jessica):

“I guess… Revan.”

Carlos (shrugging):

“Team Y/N.”

Franco (tight):

“Revan.”

Laila (reluctantly):

“I think… Y/N.”

Isack:

“Revan.”

Bella (smiling):

“Oh, I think Y/N’s had enough cheerleaders. I’ll go with Revan.”

🔵 TEAM Y/N

Oscar

Lando

Charles

Natalie

Carlos

Laila

🔴 TEAM REVAN

Jessica

Cassie

Franco

Isack

Bella

Revan (locked in)

THE SHOW JAIL

The "jail room" is dark gray — matte metal walls, bunk beds, one overhead light, and a camera in every corner. A tray slot in the door. No mirrors. One blanket. No phones.

Y/N and Revan step in.

The door shuts.

Silence.

Revan (mocking):

“Comfortable?”

Y/N (calm):

“It’s quieter than the outside. So yeah.”

Revan (smirking):

“Must be nice. Always having someone save you.”

Y/N:

“No one’s saving me. They’re choosing me. And that scares the hell out of you.”

Revan glares. But doesn’t respond.

OUTSIDE – TEAM DYNAMICS

— Team Y/N

Natalie:

“We should send her protein-heavy meals. Keep her mentally strong.”

Oscar:

“And comfort snacks. She spirals without them.”

Lando (half-laughing):

“Why do I feel like you two know her better than I do?”

Charles (low):

“We just pay attention.”

The boys glance at each other. The tension is back.

— Team Revan

Jessica:

“We need her angry. She fights better when she’s mad.”

Franco:

“We should send energy bars and coffee.”

Bella:

“I could go whisper some poison into Lando’s ear. Get him to say something that’ll rattle her in there.”

Isack:

“Aren’t we supposed to win fairly?”

Bella (sweetly):

“Oh, honey. Where do you think you are?”

INSIDE – HOURS PASSING

They sit in silence. Again. Revan paces.

Y/N:

“Was this your big move? Trap me in here and wait for me to break?”

Revan:

“No. I wanted you to see what happens when the people you rely on get bored.”

Y/N (sharp):

“You mean the people who chose not to be on your team?”

Revan turns. Slow.

Revan:

“Lando should’ve been mine.”

Y/N (low):

“Then maybe you should’ve earned him, instead of playing bestie while planning war.”

NIGHTFALL – THE ROOM FEELS SMALLER

They lie in bunks. Lights dimmed.

Y/N (quietly):

“You weren’t always like this. What changed?”

Revan (from above):

“You. You changed everything. I had Lando. I had control. Then you smiled, and everything cracked.”

Y/N:

“Then maybe you never had him. Not really.”

Silence.

Revan:

“You don’t scare me.”

Y/N:

“That’s funny. Because I think I terrify you.”

CONFESSIONAL – LANDO

“Y/N has handled everything — the fights, the boys, the pressure — with grace. I don’t know if I could survive 24 hours in that room with Revan. And yet she’s in there… calm. Fierce. Still her.”

CONFESSIONAL – BELLA

“I picked Revan because she’s unhinged enough to do what I won’t. But make no mistake… I want the end of Y/N just as badly.”

CLIMAX – MIDNIGHT WHISPERS

Revan is wide awake. Y/N’s turned to the wall.

Revan (softly):

“You don’t get a happy ending, you know.”

Y/N (not moving):

“Maybe not. But you won’t be the one to write mine.”

MORNING – RELEASE

The door opens. They step out.

Both are tired. Quiet.

The house stares at them — like something’s shifted.

Host Voiceover:

“The producers have watched both teams… And we have a winner.”

A pause. Everyone leans in.

“Team Y/N wins.”

Laila (cheering):

“YES!”

Oscar and Natalie hug. Charles watches Y/N silently.

Revan walks back inside — and Bella’s already waiting.

Bella (whispers):

“You lost the battle. But I’ve got the next war.”

FINAL MOMENTS

Oscar (to Y/N, softly):

“You okay?”

Y/N (smiling tiredly):

“Still standing.”

He reaches for her hand.

Oscar:

“Let’s keep you standing.”

To Be Continued..

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The Grand Pursuit|19 Horseplay & Heartbreak

“The body tires. The heart doesn’t.”

Previously on Grand Pursuit…

Charles and Y/N danced like no one else existed. Lando told Revan the truth — and Revan swore she wouldn’t forget it. Bella leaned into Oscar, and Jessica felt it like a slap. And now, peace is a fantasy.

MORNING – TASK ANNOUNCEMENT

Everyone is gathered in the courtyard. There are two large, shiny plastic horses placed side by side on a grassy platform — no saddle, no support, just sheer chaos.

Host :

“Welcome to your next challenge: Hold Your Horses. Two teams. Each will pick two members to sit on the plastic horses for as long as possible.”

“The longer your riders last, the closer you are to two days of luxury food and immunity from chores. The rest of your team? You’ll try everything to make the opposing riders give up — foam, glitter, mud, tickles… and more.”

Laila (laughing):

“This is so unserious, I love it.”

Bella (smirking):

“Perfect. I specialize in beautiful destruction.”

TEAM BLUE

Oscar

Y/N

Lewis

Natalie

Jessica

Cassie

Lando

TEAM RED

Franco

Isack

Revan

Charles

Bella

Carlos

Laila

Blue Riders: Oscar and Y/N Red Riders: Franco and Revan

TASK BEGINS – “HOLD YOUR HORSES”

Plastic horses wobble slightly under the weight of the four riders.

Oscar and Y/N sit side-by-side, laughter bubbling between them already.

Oscar (grinning):

“You good?”

Y/N:

“I’ve been better. But sitting on a fake horse with you? Top ten bizarre experiences.”

Oscar (quietly):

“Missed this. Us. Not… hurting.”

Y/N (soft smile):

“Me too.”

A bubble of peace forms between them. No apologies. No flashbacks. Just a warm, soft pause.

Opposite Side: Franco shifts constantly.

Franco (to Revan):

“Y/N and Oscar are too comfortable. We need to get them off balance.”

Revan (eyes fixed):

“Oh, don’t worry. I’ve got plans.”

1 HOUR IN – THE WAR BEGINS

Cassie and Jessica hurl foam, water balloons, and whipped cream at Franco and Revan.

Lando slowly approaches with a bucket of cold pasta. Yes. Pasta.

Lando (to Franco):

“Dinner’s served, chef.”

He dumps it over Franco’s head. Franco nearly slips off.

Franco (snapping):

“Real mature.”

Lando (deadpan):

“Says the guy dry humping a children’s toy.”

Y/N gets squirted with ketchup and glitter. Laughs.

Oscar (dabbing foam from her cheek):

“This is disgusting.”

Y/N (grinning):

“It’s disgusting and somehow healing.”

Oscar (smiling):

“You’re glowing.”

A pause. They stare at each other.

Oscar (softly):

“I hope it’s not just the glitter.”

FRANCO P.O.V

From the corner of his eye, Franco watches them. Laughing. Light. Soft.

Charles (noticing):

“Careful. You’ll burn holes in your head from glaring that hard.”

Franco:

“I don’t like the way he looks at her.”

Charles:

“Then don’t look at them.”

Franco:

“Easy for you to say. You’ve already danced with her like you own her.”

Charles walks away before he says something worse.

JESSICA VS. BELLA

Jessica approaches the task zone with a giant bag of ice water balloons.

Bella (leaning in):

“Going to ruin another moment? Or just Oscar’s pants this time?”

Jessica (turning, snapping):

“You know what your problem is? You flirt with anything that breathes. Including the walls.”

Bella (sweetly):

“Jealousy is so exhausting, babe. You should drink more water.”

Jessica:

“You’re not even here to win. You’re here to collect attention like it’s currency.”

Bella:

“And you’re here to suck the fun out of every room like a Dyson.”

Jessica (stepping forward):

“You think because you pout and giggle, the guys will fall over? Let me remind you — they’re not yours.”

Bella:

“And they’re not yours either, Jess. Especially not Oscar.”

Silence.

Jessica’s face stiffens.

Jessica (low):

“Try me again, Bella. Just once more.”

Bella:

“With pleasure.”

Cassie tries to get between them. They swat her hands away.

Natalie (from the sidelines):

“Okay! So we’re not playing anymore. Great.”

TASK RESULTS

After nearly 4 hours — Franco slips off. The horse wiggles. Revan falls seconds later.

Blue Team wins. Y/N and Oscar are soaked, sticky, but victorious.

Oscar (to Y/N):

“Luxury food. And we earned it, partner.”

He slings an arm around her shoulders as they head in. She doesn’t shrug it off.

NIGHT – LANDO & Y/N – TERRACE CORNER

Lanterns light up the patio. Y/N sits cross-legged, sipping tea. Lando joins her.

Lando:

“You looked happy today.”

Y/N (smiling):

“It felt nice. Like nothing was broken.”

Lando:

“I wish I could say the same. Jessica and Bella nearly ripped each other’s faces off.”

Y/N:

“That was bound to happen.”

A silence.

Lando:

“You still think about that kiss?”

She looks over. Straight into his eyes.

Y/N (quiet):

“Every day.”

Lando:

“Good. Me too.”

He doesn’t touch her. Doesn’t need to. The air between them burns.

INSIDE – FRANCO’S FRUSTRATION

Franco paces the hallway. Chest tight.

Carlos (passing):

“If you keep clenching your jaw like that, it’ll lock.”

Franco:

“I just don’t get it. He broke her. Lied to her. But she still laughs with him like nothing happened.”

Carlos (shrugs):

“Maybe because she’s tired of bleeding.”

Franco (quiet):

“Or maybe she just doesn’t see me.”

MIDNIGHT – REVAN’S PLAN

Revan lies on her bed, staring at the ceiling. She whispers into her mic.

Revan:

“You said we could propose twists, right? I have one.”

Pause.

Revan:

“Put me and Y/N in the same room. For 24 hours. No breaks. No exits.”

She smiles.

Revan (cold):

“Let’s see how real her peace is.”

CONFESSIONAL – BELLA

Bella (smirking):

“Oscar’s sweet. Almost too sweet. Makes me want to break him.”

She winks.

Bella:

“But first… maybe I’ll break her.”

To Be Continued...

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The Grand Pursuit|18

One Step Closer, Two Hearts Burning

“Some chemistry is louder than music.”

Previously on Grand Pursuit…

Revan snapped. Her feelings for Lando exploded — and he saw them clearly for the first time. Bella flirted, stirred, and made her move. Jessica didn’t take it quietly. And Y/N? Still trying to breathe through the storm of Charles, Lando, Oscar, Franco… and now Carlos.

MORNING – TASK ANNOUNCEMENT

Host:

Everyone gathers at the garden lounge, rubbing sleep from their eyes.

Music softly plays from overhead — old jazz bleeding into Latin rhythms.

“Today’s task: Dance With Desire You will perform in randomly paired couples. Each pair must learn and perform a sensual partner routine… in front of the house.”

“You will be judged on rhythm, trust, and chemistry.”

Bella (smirking):

“Finally. A task that requires touching.”

PAIRINGS

Charles & Y/N

Lando & Revan

Oscar & Natalie

Franco & Bella

Carlos & Jessica

Lewis & Laila

Isack & Cassie

PRACTICE SESSIONS – STUDIO ROOM

— Charles & Y/N

Charles (softly):

Their hands connect. His touch is deliberate.

One slow sway. Another step. Bodies nearer.

“Do you remember Monaco?”

Y/N (half-smiling):

“How could I not? You spilled wine on my dress and offered your hoodie.”

Charles:

“You looked better in it than I ever did.”

Y/N (breathing):

Their movements smooth, seamless.

He spins her — and when she lands, it’s chest to chest.

“This feels dangerous.”

Charles:

“It always has.”

— Franco & Bella

She’s glued to him. Arms tight. Leg wrapped.

Bella (low):

“You’re stiff.”

Franco:

“Because you’re practically crawling on me.”

Bella (smiling):

“It’s called chemistry. Don’t be scared of it.”

His jaw ticks.

He says nothing, but his eyes flick to Y/N and Charles.

The softness in them. The closeness.

EVENING – DANCE PERFORMANCE

The garden transforms into a glowing dancefloor.

Fairy lights hang above. A breeze cuts through candlelight. Everyone’s gathered to watch, cheer, judge… and feel.

— Charles & Y/N’s Turn

They step into the center. Music rises — slow, sensual, magnetic.

They move like they’re underwater.

Spins. Dips. Touches that linger too long.

His hand slides down her back… hers curls at his neck.

Everyone watches. No one breathes.

The air thickens.

When he leans her into the final dip, their lips nearly touch.

REACTIONS

Franco: scowling, arms crossed.

Natalie (to Lando):

“They looked like they’ve danced together for years.”

Lando (tight):

“Yeah.”

Revan (watching him):

“You okay?”

He doesn’t answer.

CONFESSIONAL – FRANCO

“They have something. Doesn’t mean it’s right. Doesn’t mean it’s real.” “But it’s killing me.”

LATE NIGHT – ROOFTOP – LANDO & REVAN

Lando sits alone, sipping tea. Revan joins him.

Revan:

“Are we going to talk about it?”

Lando (gentle):

“Yeah. We should.”

Pause.

Lando:

“Revan… You’re amazing. You really are. But I don’t feel that way about you.”

Revan (quiet):

“I know. I just… hoped.”

A beat. Her voice cracks.

Revan:

“Why her? Why Y/N? What does she have that I don’t?”

Lando (carefully):

“It’s not what she has. It’s just… her. The way she looks at you like she sees the truth. The way she fights with me, but never leaves. She makes me nervous. No one does that.”

Revan:

“I hate that answer.”

Lando (soft):

“Me too.”

She nods, blinking back heat.

Revan:

“Then promise me something.”

Lando:

“Anything.”

Revan:

“Don’t break her. Or I will break you.”

NIGHT – LIBRARY NOOK – CHARLES & Y/N

They sit on cushions. The music still faint in the background. Her hand brushes his knee.

Charles (low):

“What happened out there felt… natural.”

Y/N:

“Like breathing.”

Charles:

“Like forgetting there were cameras.”

A beat. They stare.

Charles:

“You make me want to be selfish. I see you with them… with him. And I— I want to ask you to stop.”

Y/N:

“But you won’t.”

Charles:

“Because I want you to choose me. Not because you’re cornered, but because you want to.”

They lean closer. Her lips brush his cheek, lingering.

Y/N (soft):

“I see you, Charles.”

Charles:

“I hope someday you only see me.”

MIDNIGHT – BELLA’S MOVE

Bella slides into the outdoor hot tub, water glowing blue.

She watches Isack approach. Then, she waves over Oscar instead.

Bella (flirty):

“You looked tense today. Want to unwind?”

Oscar (cautious):

“This feels like a trap.”

Bella:

“Good. Then you’re still thinking.”

She pulls him in by the hand. Laughter bubbles up.

From the window — Jessica watches.

Jessica (to Cassie):

“She doesn’t even like Oscar.”

Cassie:

“Then why—”

Jessica:

“Because Y/N used to.”

She grabs her drink and walks away.

CONFESSIONAL MONTAGE

Charles: “I danced with her. But I still don’t know if she’s mine.” Franco: “I can’t watch this much longer.” Revan: “He chose her. I’ll survive. But she won’t forget what it cost me.” Bella: “You want chaos? Keep watching.”

To Be Continued...

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The Grand Pursuit|17 Everything Breaks Eventually

“The worst confessions are the ones you never meant to say.”

Previously on Grand Pursuit…

Isack and Bella entered the house, stirring the calm. Carlos and Y/N grew closer in the kitchen heat. Lando and Y/N still circled each other, never far enough to forget, never close enough to claim. And behind every lingering look — someone else was watching.

MORNING – GARDEN PATH

Y/N and Lando walk side by side, bare feet on cool stones, sipping juice.

Lando (casual):

“You dream about me again last night?”

Y/N (laughing):

“You were in it… but you were annoying.”

Lando:

“So accurate dream content.”

They pass under hanging vines. His fingers graze hers.

Y/N:

“We’re making people talk again.”

Lando:

“Let them.”

From across the garden — Revan watches.

Her knuckles white around her mug.

Bella (sidling up beside her):

“Rough morning, sweetheart?”

Revan (tight-lipped):

“She’s playing with all of them.”

Bella (smiling sweet):

“Maybe she’s just the only one who knows how to play.”

TASK ANNOUNCEMENT

“No task today. But be warned — your connections are your strategy now.”

EVENING – LIVING ROOM

Music plays low. People lounge. The vibe is relaxed — but something simmers under the surface.

Revan walks over to Y/N. Stops her mid-sentence.

Revan (sharp):

“Can I talk to you. Now.”

Y/N eyes her, confused. Everyone goes quiet.

They step outside — into the humid night.

BACK PATIO

Revan (angry):

“What the hell are you doing?”

Y/N:

“Excuse me?”

Revan:

“You’re with Carlos. You’re kissing Lando. You’re hugging Charles. And Oscar— What game are you playing?”

Y/N (icy):

“None. I’m trying to survive.”

Revan:

“Bullshit. You like the attention. You live in it. You dress like that. You talk like that. You want them all.”

Y/N (firm):

“I talk like this because it’s me. I dress like this because I love how I look. If they care, that’s their problem.”

Revan (voice cracking):

“You know Lando used to— you know what— forget it.”

Y/N (narrowing eyes):

“Used to what?”

Revan (blurting):

“Used to look at me like that. Before you came in and—”

She stops. Breath catches.

Y/N’s eyes widen. The silence explodes between them.

LANDO ENTERS

He steps out the patio doors, freezing when he sees the tension.

Lando:

“What’s going on?”

Revan (stammering):

“Nothing. Just... airing stuff.”

Y/N (cool):

“She’s in love with you.”

Revan’s face drains.

Revan:

“I didn’t— that’s not what I meant—”

Lando (quiet):

“Revan…”

Revan:

“Don’t. Don’t say anything. It was a mistake. I didn’t mean to—”

She rushes back inside.

Lando (to Y/N):

“You okay?”

Y/N (quiet):

“Yeah. But I don’t think she is.”

CONFESSIONAL – REVAN

“I kept it buried. I told myself it was just admiration. Just curiosity. But watching them together? I wanted to scream.”

NIGHT – GAME CORNER

Bella walks over to Isack. Sits on his lap like it’s a chair made for her.

Bella (teasing):

“Are you always this quiet, or do I make you shy?”

Isack (smirking):

“I’m just calculating how long it’ll take you to break this house in half.”

Bella (laughs):

“Only the boys. The girls break themselves.”

She leans in, brushes hair behind her ear, touches his collarbone just enough.

Jessica (from the couch):

“You know, if you wanted to hook up, you could at least pretend to be subtle.”

Bella (turning, sweet smile):

“Aww. Jealousy doesn’t look good on you, Jess. But then again… what does?”

JESSICA VS. BELLA

Jessica:

“Careful, Bella. You're not the only queen bee here.”

Bella (deadpan):

“Oh, I don’t want your crown. It’s outdated.”

Jessica:

“Funny. The guys seemed to love me just fine before you rolled in looking like a clearance rack dream.”

Bella (laughs):

“Keep talking. The louder you get, the more irrelevant you sound.”

They stand now, toe to toe.

Y/N (watching from afar to Carlos):

“Should we stop them?”

Carlos:

“...No.”

LATER – BEDROOM HALLWAY

Y/N walks past Lando’s door. He steps out in a tee and shorts.

Lando:

“Hey.”

She stops.

Y/N:

“Hey.”

Lando (soft):

“That thing with Revan…”

Y/N:

“Wasn’t your fault.”

Lando:

“Doesn’t mean I didn’t hurt her.”

She sighs. He steps closer.

Y/N (whisper):

“You keep getting pulled into the mess. So do I.”

Lando:

“Maybe we’re the mess.”

He tucks her hair behind her ear.

Lando (low):

“But I’d rather be messy with you.”

A beat. Their breath syncs.

They don’t kiss.

But it’s closer than before.

BELLA'S CONFESSIONAL

Bella:

“This house has way too many feelings. You know what we need?” “Distraction. Temptation. Chaos with lip gloss.”

She winks.

To Be Continued...

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The Grand Pursuit|16 The Recipe for Disaster Always Starts Sweet

“When the heat rises… you learn who’s stirring the pot.”

Previously on Grand Pursuit…

Lando and Y/N held on. Literally — and then kissed. Max and Alice were eliminated after a tense final task. Charles offered her comfort… and something close to a confession. But in the shadows, Jessica smiled. A storm was brewing. And now, it has a name.

MORNING – ENTRY GATES

The front gate buzzes. Two new silhouettes approach.

Isack Hadjar. Formula driver. Charming. Eyes that see everything. A smile that doesn't always mean well.

Bella. Influencer. Effortlessly beautiful. Sweet on the surface. She hugs with one hand and holds a knife behind her back with the other.

The host’s voice crackles on the speaker system.

“Welcome our two new housemates — just in time for the midseason storm.”

LIVING ROOM – INTRODUCTIONS

Everyone gathers. Tension is thick.

Bella (beaming):

“Oh my god, you’re all so hot. This is going to be dangerous, I can feel it.”

She hugs Y/N first.

Bella (fake whisper):

“You’re gorgeous, babe. We’re going to be best friends.”

Y/N blinks. It feels like being hugged by perfume and poison.

Isack (grinning at the guys):

“Hope you weren’t getting too comfortable. I like competition.”

Charles (to Lando, quietly):

“Do we trust him?”

Lando (eyeing Bella):

“I’m more worried about her.”

TASK ANNOUNCEMENT

“Today’s challenge is a house-wide COOK-OFF. You’ll be paired randomly. One person will cook blindfolded. The other will instruct — and only instruct.”

“Judged on communication, creativity… and chemistry.”

PAIRINGS

Y/N & Carlos

Lando & Cassie

Franco & Bella

Oscar & Revan

Jessica & Isack

Charles & Laila

Lewis & Natalie

TASK – “IN TOO DEEP”

Carlos ties the blindfold over Y/N’s eyes.

Carlos (gentle):

“Tell me if anything feels unsafe.”

Y/N (smiling):

“Just your voice right now. It’s way too calm for this chaos.”

They laugh. He guides her through prepping a pasta dish — carefully describing textures and smells.

Carlos (soft):

“Pinch of salt. Just a pinch. That’s it — yes, perfect.”

Y/N:

“You’re surprisingly good at this.”

Carlos:

“I like taking care of people. Makes me feel useful.”

He says it so simply, it makes her chest ache.

Meanwhile — Lando watches.

Cassie is yammering on about olive oil, but his eyes are locked on Y/N.

Cassie (snapping):

“Hello? Are you even here right now?”

Lando:

“Nope. I’m in hell.”

Bella & Franco, across the room.

Bella (flirty):

“You know, I’ve always wanted to be cooked for. Shirtless.”

Franco (laughing):

“You’d eat me alive.”

Bella (smirking):

“That’s the idea.”

Jessica (to Isack):

“I give her two days before she tries to climb every man here.”

Isack:

“Including me?”

Jessica:

“Especially you.”

TASK ENDS – JUDGING

Carlos and Y/N’s pasta wins for best communication and flavor.

Y/N (grinning):

“You sure you’re not secretly a chef?”

Carlos:

“I am. Just not always in the kitchen.”

She chokes slightly on her water. He smirks. Message received.

NIGHT – TERRACE – Y/N & CARLOS

Y/N and Carlos sit on the terrace with mugs of tea. Moonlight spills over them.

Carlos:

“You’re spiraling.”

Y/N:

“Was I that obvious?”

Carlos (softly):

“You looked at your plate during dinner like it was going to solve your emotional math.”

She laughs, leaning her head back.

Y/N:

“I feel pulled. All the time. Lando. Charles. Oscar. And now Franco’s suddenly human again.”

Carlos:

“And me?”

She turns to him. Eyes tired. Soft.

Y/N:

“You make it feel safe. But that’s dangerous too.”

He holds her gaze, no pressure.

Carlos:

“I won’t ask for your heart. Just… let me protect it while it’s confused.”

She swallows. And in that moment — Carlos becomes something solid.

LATER – KITCHEN – Y/N, LANDO, FRANCO

Y/N opens the fridge. Lando leans against the counter.

Lando:

“So. You and Carlos now?”

Y/N:

“Oh, we’re doing this?”

Lando (teasing):

“Just wondering how many guys you’re planning to emotionally dismantle before finale night.”

Y/N (coolly):

“Only the ones who think I’m theirs by default.”

He raises an eyebrow. The tension sizzles.

Lando:

“Is that what I did?”

Y/N (half-smiling):

“If the shoe fits, Norris.”

Franco (walking in):

“Are we bickering without me? I feel left out.”

Y/N:

“You’re late to the petty party.”

Franco (grinning):

“Good. Then I don’t have to bring snacks — just sarcasm.”

Lando (to Franco):

“She’s yours for the next meltdown. I’m tagging out.”

Franco:

“Fine. I’ll take the next emotional crisis. She cries pretty.”

Y/N:

“Keep talking and I’ll make you both cry.”

They all laugh. But beneath the banter, something electric brews.

CONFESSIONAL ROOM

Bella sits in the chair, perfect lighting, perfect lip gloss.

Bella (smiling sweetly):

“Y/N’s great. So real. So grounded.”

She crosses her legs. Tilt of the head.

Bella (smirking):

“I just hope the boys don’t get bored of real. Because let’s be honest — fantasy is much more fun.”

To be continued

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The Grand Pursuit|15

If You Kiss Me, Don’t Regret It Later

“In games like these, you either win… or get remembered for how you broke.”

Previously on Grand Pursuit…

Six nominees stood under the spotlight. Only Jessica and Lewis were saved. The task pushed Y/N to her edge. Oscar tried to rebuild the bridge. Lando flirted soft. Charles watched quiet. And tomorrow, two names will disappear from the villa.

MORNING – POOL DECK

Natalie (softly):

Y/N sits at the edge of the pool, legs dangling in the water.

She’s still, watching her reflection ripple.

“You’re too quiet. That scares me.”

Y/N (barely a whisper):

“I feel like… any breath I take might be my last one here.”

Natalie squeezes her hand.

Natalie:

“Then make them remember the sound of your voice.”

TASK ANNOUNCEMENT

“Contestants, today’s task is: ‘Hold On to What You Want.’ It’s a paired endurance challenge — both physical and emotional.” “Each pair must stand on a raised platform, holding onto a thick rope suspended between you. If either person lets go — you fall.” “As time passes, questions about loyalty, attraction, and betrayal will be asked. Truths may weigh heavier than the rope.”

RANDOM PAIRINGS

Y/N & Lando

Charles & Jessica

Oscar & Cassie

Franco & Natalie

Lewis & Laila

Max & Alice

Carlos & Revan

TASK – “HOLD ON TO WHAT YOU WANT”

Lando:

The sun beats down. Platforms are swaying.

Y/N’s hands grip the thick rope. Lando is directly opposite her, feet bare, smirk lazy.

“Sure you can handle me like this?”

Y/N (through gritted teeth):

“Less talking. More holding.”

Host (over speakers):

“Lando — have you ever lied to protect someone’s feelings in this house?”

A pause.

Lando:

“Yes.”

Host:

“Who?”

Lando (smiling at Y/N):

“Her.”

Her eyes flash. Grip tightens.

Y/N (quietly):

“What did you lie about?”

Lando:

“That I wasn’t thinking about kissing you… every time you look away.”

She falters. The rope shifts.

Y/N:

“Lando…”

Lando:

“You don’t have to say it. Just don’t let go.”

Minutes pass. More questions. Others fall.

Eventually, only two pairs remain: Y/N/Lando and Franco/Natalie.

Sweat runs down Y/N’s neck. Her arms tremble.

Lando (low):

“If you fall, I fall.”

Y/N (panting):

“I’m trying—”

Lando (soft):

“Then don’t try. Choose it.”

Y/N:

“Choose what?”

He leans forward, across the rope, barely brushing her cheek.

Lando (murmurs):

“Me.”

She falters again. But doesn't fall.

The fall becomes a tangle. He catches her before her knee hits the ground.

Then, the platform wobbles — and they both lose footing.

They tumble — but into each other.

And right there — he kisses her.

He pulls back only slightly.

It’s not wild.

It’s not greedy.

It’s so slow it hurts.

Lando:

“Still trying?”

Y/N (breathless):

“Still choosing.”

CONFESSIONAL – Y/N

“I didn’t know if he kissed me because we were about to fall… or if we fell because he kissed me.”

NIGHT – ELIMINATION TASK STAGE

The final challenge:

The six nominees stand under floodlights.

Only four remain: Y/N, Lando, Max, Alice.

“The Last Say” — a quiz-based game about the house. For each wrong answer, a sandbag is added to your platform. Two who can’t keep their weight up — are gone.

Round after round. Y/N holds steady. Lando too.

HOST ANNOUNCEMENT

Max buckles first. Then, Alice slips.

It’s done.

“Max. Alice. Thank you for playing. Your time in Grand Pursuit… ends here.”

Max hugs Y/N tight.

Max (whispers):

“Don’t forget the quiet ones. We saw more than you think.”

Alice says nothing. Just walks out.

LATER THAT NIGHT – OUTDOOR BALCONY

Y/N stands outside, hoodie on, body humming from the adrenaline, from the kiss, from the loss.

Charles joins her. Quietly.

Charles:

“You fought harder than anyone.”

Y/N:

“Then why do I still feel disposable?”

Charles (gently):

“Because this place confuses winning with being wanted.”

He pauses. Steps closer.

Charles:

“But I see you, Y/N. Not just what the cameras want. You.”

She looks up at him — raw, tired, vulnerable.

Y/N (softly):

“You always say the right thing.”

Charles:

“Only when I mean it.”

He reaches up. Brushes hair from her cheek.

For a second — you don’t know who will kiss her next. Or first. Or again.

She doesn’t lean in.

But she doesn’t move away either.

PRODUCER ROOM

The screen shows Y/N, walking down the hallway alone.

Jessica is watching from the shadows of the monitor room.

Producer:

“You nervous she’ll survive longer than expected?”

Jessica (smiling faintly):

“I’m hoping she does. It’s more fun watching things fall apart slowly.”

To Be Continued..

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