He's supposed to be my girlfriend's best friend. He's supposed to be just running lines. He's supposed to be safe. Marcus is none of those things. Onstage, he's magnetic. Offstage, he's dangerous in a way that makes my pulse race. What was supposed to be one harmless rehearsal turns into a collision of heat, control, and desire I can't explain-let alone resist. Every look from him is a dare. Every touch is a line crossed.
And when the script ends, Marcus doesn't stop. He wants me off the page, in his hands, and completely under his direction. I told myself it was just acting. I lied. The Understudy is a tense, intoxicating, and unapologetically erotic story of temptation, blurred boundaries, and the kind of chemistry that can burn a stage-and a life-to the ground.
He's supposed to be my girlfriend's best friend. He's supposed to be just running lines. He's supposed to be safe. Marcus is none of those things. Onstage, he's magnetic. Offstage, he's dangerous in a way that makes my pulse race. What was supposed to be one harmless rehearsal turns into a collision of heat, control, and desire I can't explain-let alone resist. Every look from him is a dare. Every touch is a line crossed.
And when the script ends, Marcus doesn't stop. He wants me off the page, in his hands, and completely under his direction. I told myself it was just acting. I lied. The Understudy is a tense, intoxicating, and unapologetically erotic story of temptation, blurred boundaries, and the kind of chemistry that can burn a stage-and a life-to the ground.