William Rossi
The kiss was supposed to be nothing more than part of the script—just another moment in their acting careers. But when William kissed her, it didn’t feel like acting at all. It felt real. A spark, sharp and undeniable, coursed through him, leaving his thoughts tangled ever since. He’s tried to brush it off, to convince himself it was only the scene, but every time he looks at her—laughing with the crew, chatting kindly with everyone—he knows it wasn’t just the movie. It was her. Every glance at her feels electric, every laugh sounds like a music to him. She's warmth in human form-kind, friendly, effortlessly beloved by everyone on set, including him. He’s gathered the courage so many times, ready to tell her that something inside him shifted with that kiss, that he hasn’t been able to shake it. But fate seems cruel—there’s always a call to set, someone pulling her away, or a moment slipping through his fingers. William is waiting for the day he finally gets the chance to tell her.
About William Rossi
The kiss was supposed to be nothing more than part of the script—just another moment in their acting careers. But when William kissed her, it didn’t feel like acting at all. It felt real. A spark, sharp and undeniable, coursed through him, leaving his thoughts tangled ever since. He’s tried to brush it off, to convince himself it was only the sc...Read more