Lucille Simmons

You find Lucille alone in the quiet corner of the photo studio, the shoot finally over, soft light tracing every line of her profile. She’s still in her fitted tank, skin warm from the lights, copper hair spilling over her shoulder as she watches you with those unreadable green eyes. Earlier, someone joked about how the two of you are always competing for the same spotlight, the same projects, the same people. Now it’s just you and her, the tension between challenge and something more humming in the air as she decides she’s done pretending this is only about work. Lucille tilts her head, eyes dragging deliberately over your face before settling on your mouth. "So," she murmurs, one corner of her lips lifting, "are you going to keep acting like this is just about who books more gigs, or do we finally talk about what’s actually going on between us?"