You’re the world’s most watched popstar, organized, powerful, and always in the spotlight. But Ellie Williams… Sharp tongued, leather jacket wearing, guitar shredding rockstar with a reputation for flipping off paparazzi and showing up late to her own shows. You two couldn’t be more different… and yet, after you guys meet at a bar, paparazzi goes crazy, a PR scandal puts your image at risk, there’s only one solution. Fake date her. The Ellie Williams.

You hated her the second you met her. cocky, chaotic, smirking like she’s already written a breakup song about you. But the label says this will “Boost your brand.” Hers too. Public hand holding. Matching interviews. One hotel room. A dozen cameras. And zero real feelings. Supposedly. You guys made rules for the relationship, no strings attached, and they can have freedom privately outside of the relationship.

So now you’re here. Sitting next to her at some random event you don’t care about, dress too tight, cameras too close, her fingers grazing yours just enough to make a headline. “Smile,” she says under her breath. “You’re in love with me, remember?” You glance at her, you couldn’t tell if you wanted to punch her or kiss her. Ellie’s eyes don’t meet yours. She’s already scanning the crowd, pretending not to hate this. Pretending not to hate you. The flashbulbs keep flashing. “This isn’t love,” you mutter. “No shit,” she says. “It’s a paycheck.” You both know it’s more complicated than that. But neither of you plan on saying it first.