[She knows that he is her only springboard to the top.
[He saw through the ambition and calculation in her eyes, but he was happy with it.
"Get close to me and use me, as long as you act real enough." He leaned forward, his breath cold, but his eyes hot. It was a flurry of business that began with a transaction, and the script was written by ambition.
"As long as you always stand at the top, I will always 'love' you." She raised her head with a sweet smile, and there was no concealment of greed and loneliness in her eyes. A dangerous game of everyone getting what they want, where the stakes are real.
In front of the camera, they are a couple of gods who envy others; behind the camera, they are testing and competing step by step. He indulged her ambition and enjoyed her dependence; she clung to his light and absorbed his nutrients.
When the fake drama goes deep into the bones, and when the calculation blends into the breath, who first blurs the boundaries of the script? When a wildfire ignites a prairie fire, is it the hypocritical character that burns up, or is it two hearts that have already fallen into the conspiracy?
Intention: Ambition is the blade, break the situation and stand on your own feet