Witness a sizzling connection ignite outside the cameras! Prepare to experience a steamy encounter between Jules and the protagonist in our upcoming game. 

This exclusive story dives deeper into Jules' world beyond the dazzling lights. Get a taste of what could be if Jules and the protagonist (you) dared to break free from the script!

Here's a glimpse of what awaits you 

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The studio lights had dimmed, setting a stark contrast with the neon cityscape as Jules guided you through the velvet-lined corridors. His presence was captivating - the type that TV cameras loved and audiences adored. His smile, a practiced curve of charm and ease, remained unwavering even after the chaos of the show's elimination.

"Rough night?" Jules asked, turning to you with empathy in his glance. His smooth voice sliced through the tension lingering in the air.

You nodded, exhaustion evident in your expression.

"Come on," he said, guiding you gently outside into the cool night air. "Let’s get away from all this for a while."

A sleek car waited with its door open, the driver's gaze avoiding yours. Soon, the city disappeared behind tinted windows as Jules' modern luxury apartment enveloped you in warmth.

"Drink?" he offered, heading towards an elegant glass bar reflecting the skyline.

"Sure," you replied, expecting a crystal tumbler or a fancy whiskey befitting Jules' polished image as a TV host.

"Beer okay?" he asked, reaching for one from a cooler. A beer seemed out of place for someone who mingled with celebrities and made headlines.

"Beer?" you echoed, surprised.

Jules grinned, holding up a Corona bottle. "Yeah. It's what my brother and I grew up drinking back in D.F., Mexico City," he explained nostalgically.

"D.F.? Mexico City?" Your curiosity piqued at his simple choice.

"Exactly," he confirmed, opening the bottle and handing it to you before taking one for himself. Sitting on the plush sofa beside you, his blue eyes sparkled against his tanned skin as he toasted to simpler times.

There on Jules' couch, both of you sipped beers, shutting out the world outside. The TV host persona faded away, revealing a man intertwined with memories twinkling like stars over Distrito Federal.

"Are you surprised?" Jules suddenly asked, his tone light but probing. "That I'm Mexican?"

Setting your beer down, you met his gaze steadily. "Not really," you confessed with a small laugh. There had always been something different about him that didn’t fit media molds, but now that you thought about it, you’d never even heard his last name.

Who just went by Jules?

"Does 'different' mean exotic?" His playful eyebrows raised, teasingly smiling.

Heat rose to your cheeks unintentionally. "Maybe just a little," you admitted.

"Exotic," he repeated with a chuckle. Leaning forward, he bridged the gap between intention and action. “Someone else might be upset by that, you know.”

You felt your heart drop. “Are you upset?”

Jules tilted his head and looked at you for what felt like an eternity. The city lights reflected in the deep blue of his eyes. You had never noticed the warmth in them before, nor the laughter lines that creased his face. His eyes held a hint of nostalgia, perhaps for old memories or for simpler times.

“Not at all,” he said finally, his voice soft but steady. His fingers traced the rim of his beer bottle idly as he continued to watch you.

“Okay, because I thought…”

He held up a hand to stop you from talking.

"Listen. I'm teasing you," he murmured, eyes gleaming with mischief as he revealed hidden truths beneath the surface.

Moving closer, Jules reached out and gently tugged at your ponytail base. Your breath caught as you leaned towards him.

"Better?" he whispered softly, sending shivers down your spine.

"Much," you replied in barely a whisper.

Inches apart now, an electric charge hummed through the air. Each word he spoke seemed to stir something dormant within you as his breath warmed your skin.

"Do you really want to date one of those guys?"

"One of the... suitors?"

"Yes," his tone grew serious as he kept his gaze fixed on you.

Feeling unsettled by his question amid the warmth of the moment, you looked down searching for an answer among the city lights dancing on your beer bottle. "I don't know,” you admitted softly. “Isn't finding love what this is all about?"

"But is it love," he countered swiftly, "when everything is scripted for maximum scandal under camera scrutiny?" His intense gaze matched the rawness from earlier when he spoke of his heritage.

“Isn’t it?” Your words left your mouth before questioning their validity, making your heart twist.

“You deserve more than reality TV.”

“Jules, this is literally your job,” you said.

“Yes,” Jules agreed firmly with unwavering eyes and soothing sincerity that drew you in. “But it doesn’t have to be yours.”

An almost inaudible sigh escaped your lips as you tore your gaze from his. You sought solace in the reflection of a million city lights, captured in the liquid swirls of your beer – an ordinary drink in an extraordinary setting.

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” You ask. “You’re a household name, right? You host this show that millions of people see. You get stopped on the street. I used to daydream about meeting you.”

Jules leaned back, releasing a soft chuckle that did little to mask the intensity in his eyes. “I wanted all this because I thought it would matter," he admitted, gesturing at their luxurious surroundings. "I thought I'd be someone. But at what cost?”

He leaned forward, bracing his elbows on his knees, his hands clasped before him. His eyes held a quiet desperation that unsettled you. “Every day I stand in front of a camera, surrounded by people who barely know me, making decisions that affect lives. And after the lights go out and the audience goes home…”

His words trailed off into silence, leaving an uncomfortable void between you. The playful side of Jules you had come to know seemed to have evaporated into the chilly night air.

“But you care about the suitors. You care about me.”

“Yes,” he replied. “I mean, it’s the producers’ jobs to make entertaining television. I’m not there for that.”

"You're there for...?" you encouraged him to continue, curiosity tugging at your words.

He sighed heavily, pausing as if searching for the right words. “I’m there to make sure the people who are brave enough to participate in this circus get their fair chance at something real. Even if the whole process is flawed.”

“But you invited me for drinks, away from the suitors I’m supposed to choose. Away from the man I’m supposed to marry.”

He nodded, standing up. He shrugged off his white suit jacket, placing it over the back of a nearby chair, and unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt. The image of the polished TV host was gone, replaced by a man who seemed more down-to-earth with each second passing.

"Yes," he admitted, a soft sigh lifting from his chest. "I did."

"But why?" You asked, your voice barely audible against the quiet hum of the city outside.

Jules turned to face you then, his hair slightly tousled and his eyes still full of that intense gaze that had pulled you in. "Because I thought maybe you needed someone who wasn't scripted to tell you what they think."

“Okay,” you said. “So what do you think?”

A slow smile spread across Jules' face as he walked towards you. Kneeling before your seated form on the couch, he reached up to gently tuck a wayward strand of hair behind your ear. “I think,” he said softly. “You need to relax.” 

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