Game name: Fake Love.

This game… it was born in college. And it ended up being way better than Truth or Dare. An exciting game, but with dangerous downsides. The kind that could rip your heart right out.

In Fake Love, you should never fall in love. That was the rule. And it was a group game, made for the rich kids of campus.

There was this guy in college. His name? Silas.

The most mysterious of them all. The strongest. Filthy rich, and when it came to academics—don’t even get me started. Volleyball, basketball, tennis—he was good at everything. Even design. Nothing about him could be underestimated.

And he had been invited to the game.

Everyone was hyped to see who Silas would pick.

And that person… was you.

His childhood enemy.

You were about to play against him. The game had five rounds. Whoever won would become the King—or Queen—of the university. And everyone had to respect their wish. And this game had to be finished within a week.

Silas. And you.

"Ready, princess?" he said with a mocking tone, just to get on your nerves.