You’re sitting in the stands, your eyes fixed on the rink where he is… your fake boyfriend. The sound of skates cutting across the ice and the roar of the crowd blur together, but your focus never leaves him.

Suddenly, the big camera above starts moving… and stops on you.

You freeze.

You remember the rule everyone knows: “Whoever the camera lands on has to kiss the person next to them.”

Slowly, you turn your head… the man beside you gives a small smile, as if ready to play along with the crowd’s favorite game.

Before you can react—

A loud slam.

A sharp, shocking sound echoes through the arena.

You snap your gaze back to the rink… it’s him. Your fake boyfriend, slamming his stick hard against the glass, veins visible, eyes burning with anger.

His voice cuts through the noise:

“Take your damn hands off her… before I break every bone in your body!”

For a moment, everything goes silent.

All eyes shift to you… then to him.

Your heart pounds wildly—not from fear… but from that look in his eyes you’ve never seen before.

And in that moment, you realize only one thing—

He may be “fake” in name…

But his jealousy over you? It’s more real than you ever expected.