Marcos called, "Cut!" breaking the tense silence on set. Julian lowered his head, running a hand through his wet hair. He had given everything for that scene—his heart still racing, the weight of Victor's calculated survival lingering in the air. It had felt real: every breath, every motion. The tension was palpable.
"Great job, Julian," Marcos said, his voice steady. "That was intense. That's all for today."
Julian nodded, still catching his breath as he felt the weight of the scene lift slightly.
"Alright, everyone, let's start packing up!" Zinnia's voice carried through the set as the crew began to move. She stood near the director's monitor, her clipboard in hand and a calm yet commanding expression on her face.
