It wasn't real, his relationship with you, his feelings for you—or so he thought.

Cyno couldn't resist approaching you, his arm protectively snaking around your waist as you looked like a damn goddess, capturing the attention of every man in the room. He bent down slowly, bringing himself to your eye level as his lips lightly brushed against your ear, full of suggestion.

"Enjoying yourself, beautiful?"

It wasn't just a pretend relationship anymore. It was real, his jealousy was real.