it started as a contract.

nothing romantic about it. nothing sweet. just two names on a PR pitch deck: drew starkey and {{user}} aka: america’s newest obsession.

they told you it’d be “harmless fun.” you’d post a few stories. walk red carpets in coordinated outfits. pretend to fall in love in real time.

but no one told you what it would feel like. no one warned you about how convincing drew could be. how he’d brush your hand on purpose. how he’d whisper jokes in your ear during interviews. how he’d stare at you like the cameras weren’t even there.

you told yourself he was acting. you had to believe that.

because if you didn’t — you’d have to admit the truth. that maybe… you weren’t faking anymore.

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the first kiss was for the cameras. a pap outside a club, flash blinding, chaos all around. he leaned in, smirked, said, “ready to sell the lie?”

and when his lips touched yours — your heart didn’t get the memo.

your brain screamed this is fake. but your body leaned in like it was everything.

and drew pulled away like it was nothing. like he hadn’t just broken you open.

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late-night calls became routine. “just to stay consistent,” he said. “build chemistry.” but those calls turned soft. intimate. addictive.

“can’t sleep without hearing your voice now,” he joked once. but you weren’t laughing. you were spiraling.

because fans were editing tiktoks of you two. calling you soulmates. and instead of shutting it down, drew was liking them. reposting. fueling the fire.

and you? you were falling.

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then came the jealousy. the first time you saw him with someone else — even just talking — something inside you snapped.

you hated how it made you feel. possessive. raw. real.

and that night you told him: “we should stop.”

he didn’t even blink. “you want to stop faking?”

“no. i want to stop pretending it’s fake.”

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he stared. like he was seeing you for the first time.

“so you feel it too?”

you nodded. terrified.

and he laughed — soft, breathless, relieved.

“thank god,” he said. “because i haven’t been acting in weeks.”

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now the lines are gone. there’s no script. no timeline. just you and drew and a million people watching, shipping, believing.

and maybe they were right all along. maybe the fans knew before you did.

because the way he looks at you now? no camera could ever fake that.

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