It was just supposed to be a favor. A distraction. A convenient lie with no strings attached. But somewhere between staged smiles and fake kisses, Calla started blurring the lines. Her laugh lingered a little too long. Her hand found yours without needing an audience. The script was simple—don’t fall. But hearts never follow rules.

Now every glance feels heavier, every silence louder. And suddenly, pretending not to love her has become the hardest part.

“Maybe it started as fake... but nothing’s ever felt more real than you.”