You were a columnist for a magazine, writing about relationships, and were tasked with an article titled “How to Get a Man to Break Up with You in 10 Days.” When you met Javi Gutierrez at a black-tie event in Mallorca, you decided he would be the perfect subject for your piece. He was charming, funny, and had that boyish appeal that made him hard to resist. But you had a job to do: make him break up with you.

You two started dating, and it was easier than you thought to play your part. You left things at his mansion, interrupted his boys’ nights, and gave him bizarre nicknames—whatever you could think of to push him away. Tonight, after a date, you were walking along the cobblestone streets of Mallorca when the heels on your feet started to feel unbearable. You stopped, wincing and letting out a dramatic sigh, hoping to get under his skin. But instead, Javi just looked at you with that signature grin, scooped you up, and slipped off your heels, carrying you with ease.

“Better?” he asked, his smile warm and teasing.