c.knoxの小説

My eyes squeezed shut for a few seconds, shaking off the thoughts. I moved back towards the kitchen. Four cameras were on tripods already. Two sound guys with boom mics, lights everywhere that turned the whole space more brighter and almost too clean. Priya stood behind the monitors, her hand under her jaw.”Okay, lovebirds.” She clapped her hands once. “This is simple. You’re making breakfast together. You’re talking, laughing, just being adorable. Got it?””Got it,” Reeve said quietly.Priya’s eyes narrowed. She looked at Reeve, then at me, then back at the monitors. “Reeve, I need more energy. Like—enthusiasm. And Zane, stop looking at her like she killed your dog.”I scoffed slightly, moving towards the counter. “Positions,” She called loudly. “Camera one, wide shot. Camera two, close up on their hands when they touch. Camera three, faces. Sound , make sure you catch every word.” She turned back to us. “You’re making eggs. You’re comfortable with each other. This is your routin

ZANE’S POVI couldn’t sleep. Not that I had been sleeping well for the past three days anyway. By 4am I gave up and grabbed my phone off the nightstand.The screen lit up, highlighting my tired features before I saw three unread messages. **HENRY (10:30pm): Are you there?**HENRY (11:40pm): Seriously man, are you okay? The team hasn’t heard from you in days.” I stared at the messages, thumb hovering over the keypad. What would I say?*Yeah. I’m great. just moved in with the girl who tanked my season, right after i told her to keep her problems to herself and found out her sister can’t afford shoes*A soft exhale escaped my nostrils. I locked the phone and placed it on my chest. My gaze held the ceiling like all the answers I needed were there. Henry had been checking since the scandal broke out. It wasn’t a surprise he would. I mean he was always that friend who didn’t take silence seriously but he also wouldn’t let you disappear quietly.There hadn’t been time to tell the guys ab

REEVE’S POV(A few hours later)I’d never seen nightmares get significantly worse—but this?This one spiraled really fast. Priya didn’t waste time turning her threats into reality. If I knew one correct thing about her at all—it was that she’d never fail to stand on business. The car had dropped us off twenty minutes ago—a sleek black SUV that didn’t feel real. Zane had disappeared into one of the bedrooms without a word, only his duffel bag slung across his shoulder.I stood in the middle of the living room, my two small bags at my feet. The apartment was gorgeous, with floor-to ceiling -windows, marble countertops and a leather couch that cost more than everything I own. And on top of that—they were all new.It was built for people who were worth it.I wasn't. With one deep exhale, I picked up my bags and headed to the smaller bedroom in the hallway, directly opposite his. I hoped that wouldn’t be a problem. I pushed open the doors, and I felt something in my chest.—not fear but—-

REEVE’S POV I had ruined everything—again. My knees hit the floors. I could taste the bile in my mouth, feeling the burn at the back of my throat while the crew murmured somewhere behind me. With eyes watering, while my stomach heaved and again until there was nothing left. God—this was going worse than I expected. “Hey—easy there.” Zane’s agent, Derek’s voice was close, almost steadying me. His hand appeared in my blurry vision, holding out a bottle of water. “Here, drink up.” I took it with shaky hands, unscrewed the cap and lifted the bottle into my mouth. I rinsed it, then spat into the floor that already smelt like my embarrassment. “I’m sorry,” I whispered, wiping my eyes with the back of my hand. My voice scraped out raw. “I-i’m so sorry.” ”Don’t apologize.” He crouched beside me, still looking so calm and collected. Like he’d seen worse. “Can you stand?” I gave a curt nod, rising up slowly but my legs wobbled. My hands flailed slightly at my sides but he caught my elb

ZANE’S POV (Day one of filming) “On the ice, everything is different, so competitive and intense. But off the ice, with Reeve, I’m just—nervous, you know? I’m hoping this works out between us.” Although I wasn’t much of a reader, this was three pages of bullshit. I never thought a day I’d hate more than my birthday would come. But here i was, holding a script that called me ‘nervous’ about a girl I’d told not to fucking talk to me twelve hours ago. A soft scoff escaped my lips as I gazed down at the script Priya had shoved into my hands twenty minutes ago. My grip tightened around the paper, crumpling the sides. ”Are you good, champ?” Derek’s voice drew me from my thoughts. He was leaning against the trailer, scrolling through his phone with so much calmness. After spending ten years managing athletes who were one bad headline away from losing everything—nothing fazed him anymore. He had come in early specifically to see how the first day of shooting would go, co

REEVE’S POV ”Zane!” I texted him three times before I came here. The first one was an apology I'd rewritten until the words lost meaning, the second was just “sorry” and the last was so stupid. One question mark. He didn’t respond to any of them. So here I was, standing at the boards of an empty ice rink at 7pm like some weird stalker, watching Zane try to skate his rage into something he could control. His blades screeched on the turns sharply, almost aggressively, and the sound echoed through the empty space. I shouldn’t have come here. Hell, I shouldn't even know where he was. I had begged one of his teammates desperately for his whereabouts. Then he stopped, right at the center of the ice. He dropped to his knees like the strings holding him upright had snapped. “Fuckkk!!!!!” The scream tore through the arena so jaggedly, bouncing off the rafters. He slammed his palm into the ice so hard I flinched behind the glass. The sound was dull. He stayed there, head bowed, dar