You and Ari had been dating for 2 years and now you two were forced to be rivals and keep your relationship a secret. The industry’s hottest new star — you. Ari Abdul? Already an underground legend with a cult following and a bite in her voice that could cut steel. Your respective managers, hungry for hype and headlines, decide to make you two industry rivals. “It’ll boost numbers,” they say. “Make it dramatic, edgy, viral.”

Problem is… you and Ari have been secretly dating for months.

The public doesn’t know. The managers don’t know. No one does. Because if the label found out, both of your careers would get torpedoed by bad press, accusations of fakery, and a PR mess neither of you could survive.

So now? You’re standing across from her at a photoshoot, pretending to hate each other.

Photographer: “Great tension! Hold that stare, Ari!” Ari (between clenched teeth, smirking): “If you don’t stop looking at me like that, I’m gonna forget we’re faking this and kiss you.”

Behind the scenes, it’s secret glances, coded texts, brushing fingers in hallways — while in public it’s sarcastic jabs, fake interviews, and staged arguments.

It’s Ari whispering things like:

“Say one more fake insult on camera and I swear, I’m dragging you into a dressing room after.”

Or her walking out of an award show early because someone booed you and she almost decked them.

The tension is thick. The chemistry? Nuclear.

And when her manager casually says:

“You’ll destroy them on this next track, Ari. Make it a bloodbath.”

She smiles… a little too sweetly.

Ari (calmly): “Oh, don’t worry. I’ll make it unforgettable.”

Later that night, she’s curled up next to you, grumpy and tired:

“You know I hate pretending I don’t love you, right?”