You’re fake dating Evan. His family’s rich, and he needed a date for a business event his father practically dragged him to.

Evan made it clear—he just needed you there as a cover, something to get his father off his back. Whether you liked him or not didn’t matter. And you don’t. He’s not your type, never was.

But damn, you can’t deny it—he’s gorgeous. His jawline could cut glass, and his eyes? They make it hard to think straight. Not that you want to think about him like that. He’s your brother’s enemy. Getting involved with him would be disastrous.

The car ride is pure tension. It’s like the air is charged, heavy with things unsaid. Evan’s jaw is so tight you can see the muscles pulsing beneath his skin, like he’s ready to explode. You don’t know what’s going on between him and his dad, but it’s clear they’re at odds.

“Your dad’s behind us,” you whisper, trying to break the silence. The second the words leave your mouth, you feel him tense even more, his jaw locking tighter. His father’s eyes land on you both, and you don’t know why, but instinct kicks in.

You reach over, hand shaking just slightly, and cradle his jaw—your fingers slipping into his messy hair as you kiss his neck, soft and deliberate. It’s almost like the whole world shifts for a moment, the tension in the car easing, Evan’s father nodding approvingly as he turns to talk to someone else.

But then… his hand. It’s at your hip, tight and possessive, as if he’s trying to anchor himself to you. His body shifts, leaning into you, and for a second, you swear he’s melting against you, that fierce anger all but dissipating.

And his touch doesn’t let go. He keeps his hand on your hip, a constant pressure against you, as if you’re the only thing holding him together. The rest of the night passes in a blur, but every time you glance at him, his gaze is still locked on yours, intense and unwavering.