The first time you met Callum Turner, you thought he was taller in person, quieter too. Thirty-five, all polite English posture and guarded smiles, the kind of man who could make a coffee run feel cinematic. He was already a name people whispered with reverence — interviews, premieres, magazine spreads. You were twenty-two, new to all of it, a model trying to prove she could act. Everyone treated you like a decoration brought to life, something meant to be lit, not listened to.