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TOO CLOSE TO YOU

— What was your name again? — Lauren asked, waking you up from your work.

Lauren was the protagonist of Terrifier 3, and you were absolutely terrified to be working with her make up.

She was a legend in your eyes, the most iconic final girl of all time. Her presence was magnetic, commanding the room with her confidence and charm.

Even in casual conversation, she looked effortlessly stunning, and it was hard not to stare.

— Lua — you managed to say, your voice barely audible over the bustle of the set outside. The sound of makeup artists chatting, footsteps rushing past, and the distant hum of cameras being adjusted created a chaotic yet familiar atmosphere.

Lauren tilted her head slightly, repeating your name as if savoring it.

— Lua... What a beautiful name! Where are you from?

— Brazil.

Her face lit up with genuine enthusiasm.

— David! — Lauren turned toward David, who was lingering near the other end of the dressing room. — We’ve got someone from Brazil on the staff. Didn’t you say you’ve always wanted to visit Brazil?

You blinked, caught off guard by the sudden shift in attention. Why had Lauren thrown you into such an awkward situation? David Howard Thornton, the star of the Terrifier franchise alongside Lauren, had always seemed larger than life to you.

Now, he was walking toward you with a warm smile, and you suddenly became aware of your appearance. You hair must have been awful!

David extended his hand, his large frame towering over you yet somehow exuding a relaxed energy.

— I’m David. How are you?

You hesitated for a split second before shaking his hand, noticing how firm and steady his grip was. His graying hair a little messed , while his easy smile made him instantly approachable.

— I’m good. Excited to start.

— Me too — he replied, his tone casual yet kind. His voice was less deep than you imagined, the kind that carried even over the noise of people setting up equipment and actors practicing lines in the background. Something about his ways made you so confortable that you two instantly clicked.

David leaned slightly against the edge of the counter as you began to chat. The conversation flowed effortlessly, touching on small topics—favorite horror movies, funny set stories, and how exhausting late-night shoots could be.

There was something calming about David’s demeanor. He spoke with the ease of someone who genuinely enjoyed connecting with others, yet his gestures carried a certain old-school politeness. He was much older than you, you remembered.

His laugh was warm, and the way he occasionally scratched the back of his head when speaking made him seem humble despite his fame.

— I’ve been looking forward to meeting you — he said suddenly, his tone sincere.

Your heart skipped a beat.

— Me? Why?

You hated how naive you sounded, but the question slipped out before you could think. Compliments weren’t uncommon in your line of work, but hearing them from someone like David felt different—almost surreal.

— Well — he scratched the back of his head again, glancing at the floor for a moment before meeting your eyes — I saw your work during the tests. You were so fast and precise. This kind of makeup is brutal to endure, hot and uncomfortable. Having someone as quick as you is essential.

You nodded, trying to hide the flicker of disappointment you felt. It wasn’t like you were expecting much, but a part of you had hoped for something a little more personal.

David glanced around, as if checking to see if anyone was listening, then leaned slightly closer.

— And working with such a beautiful woman makes me nervous — he added with a small, awkward smile.

Your eyes widened. His words were so unexpected and yet so subtly delivered that you were left speechless. For a moment, the noise of the set seemed to fade into the background.

Whatever expression crossed your face must have made him second-guess himself, because David quickly added:

— I’m kidding, Lua. Sorry about that.

He gave an apologetic smile before stepping away, clearly embarrassed, leaving you standing there frozen, trying to process the fact that David Howard Thornton had just called you beautiful.

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You were still a bit confused about the interaction with David. You mean, there wasn’t much to interpret, the man had called you beautiful, and you simply couldn’t sleep that night.

The routine on set was exhausting. The constant noise of equipment being dragged around, the heat from the lights, and the endless stream of people rushing with props made every day feel endless.

Breaks were rare and often interrupted by some technical issue or last-minute adjustments. Your mornings started early, preparing the workspace, and your nights ended late, dragging your feet from sheer exhaustion.

At night, the echoes of the set still rang in your ears, and you’d fall asleep thinking about all the retouches that needed to be done the next day. But that night, it wasn’t work that kept you up, and it was David.

It was obvious he had flirted with you. But it had been so sudden and direct that you had shoved the thought into some corner of your mind, convincing yourself it was just a joke.

You were just part of the staff, almost like an assistant. You weren’t even hired as a full makeup artist; this was a gore movie, the work was far too specialized, and Damien, the director, handled most of the intricate details himself.

At one point, during a discussion about the makeup formulation, you noticed something off. The primer base was silicone, while the black eyeshadow was water-based, which was likely why it was cracking.

The makeup artists were aware of this, but someone had switched the product brand without realizing the implications, and everyone had continued using it without noticing the change.

— Good catch, Lua! — Damien said, loud enough for everyone to hear.

The praise made you squirm slightly as the entire team turned their attention to you. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed David nearby, his admiring gaze fixed on you. You didn’t like how your entire body seemed to respond to his looks, a heat creeping up your neck whenever his eyes lingered too long.

Interacting with the cast was easy enough. Over time, you got used to the pace and the personalities of each person. During the first week, you learned a lot from Damien, but you avoided David as much as possible.

On Friday, during a late-night shoot, David’s regular makeup artist had already left, and since you’d done his makeup once before, they asked you to handle it. You froze. He was Art the Clown, and if anything looked off, it would be your head on the chopping block.

David noticed how flustered you were the moment he sat in the chair.

— You’ve got this, Lua — he said softly, touching your hand lightly before leaning back and closing his eyes.

Doing David’s makeup was pure torture. You had to push his hair back, pin it in place, clean his face, and prep his skin, your hands brushing against his jaw, his lips, his cheekbones.

As you worked, you retouched here and there with your fingertips, feeling his breath warm against your hand. Without realizing it, your eyes kept locking onto his. When you touched his lips with your fingers, David’s gray-green eyes dropped to your mouth and lingered there for a moment before he closed them again.

As you painted around his eyes, you felt his knees gently brushing against yours. The subtle touch of his hand resting lightly on your leg sent a jolt through you. You were mesmerized by the unspoken tension between you.

David was so subtle that no one seemed to notice, but if anyone had been paying attention, they would’ve seen how both of your breathing had become heavier, almost labored. His breath against your arm sent shivers down your spine, making it nearly impossible to concentrate.

When you finally finished and stepped back, you found David staring at you through the black makeup around his eyes, his gray-green gaze piercing and intense.

In that moment, you knew this was the beginning of something you wouldn’t be able to stop.

Amidst all the makeup and the chaos of the set, there was David Howard Thornton, looking at your lips, your chest, and finally your eyes. There was a question in his gaze, though you couldn’t be sure what it was. But whatever he was asking, you already knew your answer: yes.

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Later that night:

The set was unusually quiet after the shooting, with most of the crew gone for the day.

You were sitting in front of the makeup station, mindlessly organizing brushes and products, trying to focus on anything but the lingering tension between you and David. You waited for the scene to be done and disapeared to avoid seeing him.

He had finished his scenes earlier, his makeup long removed, leaving his face clean and his silver hair slightly messy. He leaned against the doorway, watching you in silence.

— You’ve been avoiding me, Lua.

His voice startled you, low and sharp, cutting through the stillness of the room. You turned to face him, trying to feign innocence.

— I’m not avoiding you. I’ve been busy.

He stepped closer, closing the distance between you with deliberate slowness. There was something different about him tonight, a quiet intensity in his gaze that made you question where was that silly and warm David.

— Busy? — he echoed, his tone serious— That’s the excuse you’re going with?

You didn’t have time to respond before he was in front of you, his tall frame towering over your chair. The faint scent of his wooden cologne filled the space between you. His hands gripped the arms of the chair, caging you in.

— David, — you began, but your voice faltered when his piercing gray green eyes met yours, full of something you couldn’t quite name.

— Stop lying to me, Lua, — he said softly, but there was no gentleness in his voice. It was commanding, almost dangerous. You almost felt a bit scared — You’ve felt it, haven’t you?

Your breath hitched as his face inched closer, the tension crackling in the air like a live wire. His hand moved to your jaw, his thumb brushing your cheek with surprising softness, a sharp contrast to the firm hold of his fingers.

— Say it, — he demanded, his voice dropping to a whisper. - please.

— I… I don’t know what you’re talking about, — you stammered, though your body betrayed you, leaning into his touch.

— Don’t lie to me, — he repeated, and before you could argue, his mouth was onto yours.

The kiss was nothing like you’d imagined, it wasn’t soft or innocent. It was possessive, urgent, and completely unrestrained. His hand slipped from your jaw to the back of your neck, pulling you closer, while his other hand gripped your waist, pressing you against the chair.

You gasped against his mouth, and he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue sliding against yours in a way that made your insides twist.

There was no hesitation in his movements, no room for doubt. He kissed you like he’d been waiting for this moment, like he was claiming you.

Your hands found their way to his chest, feeling the rapid thrum of his heartbeat beneath your fingertips. His breath was hot against your skin as he pulled back slightly, just enough to look at you, his eyes dark.

— You can’t avoid me anymore, — he murmured, his voice rough.

You opened your mouth, but before you could respond, he kissed you again, softer this time but no less intense, his lips lingering like he wanted to savor every second.

The world around you seemed to blur, the set forgotten as you lost yourself in him.

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