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Only twelve hours left till the live stream.

Lying in bed, Sophia Sinclair scrolled through fans' posts counting down, visibly thrilled.

She felt like she was living her biggest “social death” moment, being watched by the whole internet.

"No way, there's absolutely no way Gulliver's showing up!"

Just thinking about him made her want to dig a hole and disappear.

Gulliver Anderson—crowned Best Actor seven times for his role in *The Prey*, the textbook example of a top-tier actor.

To fans, he was the ultimate crush—cold, distant, and untouchably perfect. The one guy in everyone's rotating faves that no one ever dared replace.

To Sophia, he was... her contractual husband.

It had been so long since she'd seen him, she could barely remember what he looked like. Their marriage felt more like a permanent break-up.

Honestly, the next time she imagined seeing him was when they signed the divorce papers.

“Crap, if I don’t sleep now I’m gonna wake up looking like a puffball. Then the gossip accounts will start saying I’ve been getting fillers again, ugh!”

One second she was a bundle of nerves, and the next—

She knocked out.

Slept like a log. Pure bliss.

In a haze between dreams and waking, she heard the rustle of clothes.

That familiar clean, woody scent filled the air.

Someone pulled her gently into a hug, like she was the most precious thing in the world.

Sophia thought she was dreaming about high school again.

She’d been in middle school then, and Gulliver? The older boy from the high school division.

Snuggling into him, she mumbled half-asleep, “Gulliver... gege...”

He answered, his voice low, a little tired but warm, “Do you know who I am?”

She whispered again, soft as a feather, "Gulliver gege..."

A quiet “Mm” came from him as he held her waist tighter.

Before she drifted off again, he murmured, voice barely audible, “Baby, I’m home.”

Baby?

That word yanked her halfway out of the dream—it was way too surreal.

There’s no reality where Gulliver Anderson would actually say something like that.

And then her dream got even weirder.

She replayed the one and only intimate moment they had—on the night they got their marriage license.

No clear details, just a blur.

She only remembered waking up the next morning, totally stunned.

Ever since that day, every time she saw him, her knees went weak. Literally.

“Holy crap—”

Sophia shot awake in a cold sweat.

What the hell kind of nightmare was that?

She was about to mutter "Amitabha" under her breath when her eyes flew open—

And there he was.

Her dream guy—literally. In real life.

Half-naked. Hugging her.

Sophia: “……”

She shut her eyes. Rebooting.

But when she opened them again, he was still there.

Words stuck in her throat, she instinctively pushed him, “Gulliver, why are you in my bed?!”

The ridiculously good-looking man squinted at her with sleepy eyes and sat up.

That body—years of acting and never once flaunting it—and now here it was, freely on display in front of her.She covered her face with both hands, but when Gulliver turned away, she peeked through her fingers.

Damn, how did his body get even better than it was three years ago?

Without looking back, Gulliver asked calmly, “What time’s the livestream?”

Sophia blinked, a little stunned. “Wait, you're doing the promo with me?”

“Yeah.” He slipped on his shirt, switching back to that usual aloof movie star look. “We going together?”

Sophia picked up on the implication and hesitated. “We haven’t appeared in public together for ages. The media’s been all kinds of wild about us being on bad terms.”

Basically, she meant — isn’t showing up together a bad idea?

Before she could finish, Gulliver let out a low chuckle.

“We not getting along? Really?”

“In bed?”

Sophia's cheeks flushed instantly. “Forget it. I’m not arguing with you.”

Having not seen him for so long, she was seriously not used to this version of Gulliver.

Cold and distant in public, but up close? A total—

Charm in disguise.

Gulliver paused while doing his tie, his deep dark eyes falling on her. “Sophia, come here.”

She watched as he undid the half-tied tie again.

Damn, his neck and collarbone looked dangerously distracting.

“Lower your head,” Sophia said on tiptoes, awkwardly reaching up. “Why do you have to be this tall?”

She met him when she was three and he was seven. Back then she had to look up at him. Now? Forget about it — the guy was over 190cm!

Gulliver stayed quiet, just raised an eyebrow with a smirk that didn’t reach his eyes.

Her heart skipped a beat out of nowhere, and she pulled her hands back. “Forget it, I can’t do it. Help yourself.”

Just moments ago, he was still all soft and chill. Now his gaze suddenly darkened.

“You can’t? Didn’t you tie the male lead’s tie in your last show?”

Sophia stared in disbelief. “You mean that scene where I kill him with the tie? You watched my show?”

She didn’t tie anything in that scene, just straight-up strangled him.

The darkness in Gulliver’s gaze began to ease.

He smiled gently. “It’s nothing. Go get ready.”

“Okay.” Sophia mumbled and shuffled off to the bathroom in her fuzzy slippers.

Her long, wavy black hair spilled over her shoulders.

That simple white nightgown on her? Somehow quietly tempting.

The second the door clicked shut, the warmth faded from Gulliver’s face.

The injection he’d gotten earlier had worn off.

He’d made himself her pillow that night, just to help her sleep better.

He picked up his phone, fingers tightening slightly.

The guy on the other end sighed. “Another dose of suppression meds... Do what you gotta do.”

Expressionless, Gulliver jabbed the syringe into his arm again like it wasn’t even his own.

His eyes met the mirror. He pulled up the corners of his lips, putting on the same polite, distant smile as always.

Totally normal.

Can’t scare her off.

Not yet.

***

An hour later.

Sophia was sitting alone in the van, listening to Emily’s endless chatter.

“I’m just saying, 'Unbroken Line' finally got un-banned after three years, my dear. Once you go live with Mr. Superstar, stay sharp, okay?”"This is your first top-tier costume drama and the only time Gulliver Anderson has taken on a romantic role! Add today's insane buzz and the whole CP fandom hyping it up—this is gonna blow up!"

Sophia Sinclair couldn't help recalling the awkward run-in with Gulliver that morning. Honestly, she figured she'd be letting Emily Adams down.

They had zero chemistry. Where’s the couple vibe supposed to come from?

These days CP fans were hardcore. They wanted the real deal, not some forced sugarcoating, okay?

Emily glanced at Sophia, still groggy and totally not awake, and quickly checked her face.

"Thank god—no puffiness today. If you were even a little swollen, rival PR teams would’ve already bought you a trending hate search."

Sophia rolled her eyes. "Being a female celeb nowadays is rough. Drink too much water and suddenly you're a walking scandal."

"Right? As if fairies live on air and dewdrops and never go to the bathroom."

Emily coughed. “Babe, maybe don’t say stuff like that on the livestream, alright? Off-camera, whatever. But with that angelic face of yours giving off pure and sexy vibes, have a little mercy.”

Sophia shrugged like it wasn’t her problem.

Then Emily asked, "And what about your bargain-bin contract hubby? You think he'll make a fuss over the livestream?"

Sophia answered honestly, "Nope."

Emily breathed easier. "Wow, didn’t expect your cardboard husband to be so chill...”

She barely finished the sentence before her soul almost left her body.

Sophia added casually, “Ever considered the possibility that Gulliver Anderson is my actual husband?”

Emily: excuse me, what???

I can’t even Emily anymore.jpg

Emily stared like she’d seen a ghost. “Stop messing with me. Gulliver Anderson? Your husband? That’s funny ‘cause he’s mine too!”

Sophia yawned, totally unbothered. “Yeah, yeah, sure. Whatever you say.”

Anyway, that contract marriage was expiring soon. With Gulliver heading out early, he’d clearly accepted it’s coming to an end.

Right before going on, Emily gave Sophia a last-minute pep talk.

“Go crush it, babe! Even if you take heat from his fans, yours are savages—they’ll clap back harder!”

Sophia sighed. “Great. Next time, just don’t say anything.”

Meanwhile, the studio lights dimmed. Cameras and the livestream were already rolling.

[Bro, even in pitch black I spotted that creepy lovesick grin—oh wait, that’s my reflection.]

[After all this time apart, their comeback is watching *that* scene live together? Our CP is so shameless and I love it.]

[Calling all horny goblins! Wherever there’s thirst, we gather.]

[Horny goblins assemble!]

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[It’s freezing out here, people. Don’t go streaking, save at least one layer for dignity.]

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❤ Reader Notes ❤

1V1, both leads are clean slates and each other’s first love. Comedy, face-slapping, brainless fun + loved-up group darlings.

[Minimal fantasy, focus on showbiz + flirt-to-love plotline]

Cool, seductive beauty x Psychologically unstable gentleman actor

Their twin babies are two years old—got a bit of mystical flair since birth

Heroine’s got white fox heritage—drops surprise “throwback” gifts at every full moon~

CP name: “Crushed For So Long”—come join the ride ❤️