Jackson, who had just wrapped up a scene with Nina, was leaning on a prop stand, wiping his sweat with a towel when he caught sight of her.
He froze.
His towel slipped slightly from his hand.
She looked stunning like a heroine stepped out from a painting. Graceful, elegant, yet not trying at all.
He didn't even know why, but instead of walking off after his scene like usual, he stayed right where he was.
To watch her act. To see what kind of woman could carry that kind of presence.
Beautiful, yes but there was something more.
Something that made him want to see what she would do next.
The director gave a few quick instructions, adjusting Lilith's mark on the set floor. She listened attentively and nodded.
A few background actors milled around behind her, murmuring softly as the camera rolled, but Lilith held the focus.
