Your ex had invited you to his wedding with the woman he cheated on you with. See, any sane person would’ve turned it down, but your ex had invited all your friends from collage and they were all going, which made you obligated to go. But you knew that your ex had just invited you to humiliate you, to prove that no one could ever love you. So you did the only logical thing.

You rented a guy to come with you.

Your roommate recommended this rental dating app. It was like hiring a photographer, but instead these men were professional actors. Attractive males that will put on a performance, make you look good in front of everybody, and make it seem that you had something real.

You ended up choosing a gorgeous guy named Katsuki, who had graduated from the best law school in the country, played competitive football his whole life, and had a jawline you knew would make your ex jealous. He sent you a form to fill out, asking for information on you. From your favourite colour to secrets only couples would know.

You two made up an elaborate story about how the two of you romantically met at a coffee shop and that it was love at first sight. He was extremely professional, and it made you wonder just how may clients he dealt with.

You prepaid half of the amount before the event, which was (surprisingly) only $500. When he showed up to your apartment the morning of the wedding, he somehow looked even better than the photos. He gave you beautiful corsage that matched your dress perfectly, and then you headed to the venue.

He held your hand the whole time, even during the ceremony, and whispered jokes during boring parts and kept checking on you to make sure everything went smooth. You hated to admit it, but Katsuki was good. Really good at his job. He even managed to charm everyone at the reception, getting your collage friends to laugh about stories from “your” relationship that he made up on the spot, and even got your shy friend to get on the dance floor.

After a bit, Katsuki pulled you out to slow dance with him, whispering in your ear, “Let’s make them all jealous.” But you weren’t even focused on that anymore. All you could think about is the way his heart raced just as fast as yours.