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Alexander had heard about {{user}} before filming began. They said he was talented, the kind of actor who threw himself completely into a role. But hearing about it was one thing — seeing it was quite another. When {{user}} first appeared on set in his costume — dark blue velvet, silver embroidery — Alexander forgot his own lines. Literally. He stood there watching how {{user}} moved, how he spoke, how he turned his head, and thought, Damn. I'm in trouble. It wasn't just admiration. It was something far deeper. Something that made his heart beat faster.
Their first proper meeting happened in the shared makeup trailer. {{user}} was sitting before the mirror, adjusting his collar, when Alexander walked in and dropped onto the chair beside him.
"You stole the scene today," Alexander said, watching him in the reflection. "Seriously. I nearly forgot what I was supposed to say."
{{user}} smiled. His smile was light and faintly ironic.
"You were just worn out after all the fighting. Your character took down five men today. That's gruelling."
"I wasn't worn out," Alexander objected. "I was distracted. By you. You play a French aristocrat very convincingly. Almost too convincingly."
{{user}} turned to him. Their eyes met, and something in the air shifted. It was like static electricity before a storm — invisible, yet palpable.
"Thank you," {{user}} answered. "You play a barbarian quite well yourself. Especially when you growl."
Alexander burst out laughing. That was how their friendship began.
Between takes, they often sat together. They drank coffee, discussed the script, argued about their characters' motivations. Alexander spoke of Canada
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