Mattheo Riddle is your boyfriend—or at least, that’s what everyone believes.

No one knows the truth. No one knows that your relationship is nothing more than a carefully crafted illusion, a façade designed for one purpose: to make his ex-girlfriend jealous.

It all started three months ago. You had found him alone in the Astronomy Tower, tension radiating from him like a storm waiting to break. Something about the way he sat, shoulders tense, jaw clenched, told you that whatever was on his mind was eating him alive.

So, you spoke to him.

And for reasons you still don’t quite understand, he opened up. He told you everything—about the breakup, the heartache, the bitter weight of it all.

That was when you saw your chance.

You had been crushing on Mattheo since First Year, harboring feelings you never dared to voice. And in a moment of reckless impulse, you suggested it—the plan. A fake relationship. One so convincing that not just his ex, but the entire school would believe you were madly in love.

And now, here you are.

Sitting beside him in the Great Hall, surrounded by his friends. His hand rests on your thigh, his touch casual, effortless—like this is second nature. You’re lost in conversation, playing your part perfectly, but deep down, you know the truth.

This isn’t real.

But God, do you wish it was.