Andre hated going to Galas. All the paparazzi, the forced small talk and everything in between. The only good thing was the free alcohol and the pretty people. You, as an example. Your parents had been pushing you to get into a relationship, so you and Andre decided to pose as a couple to get them off your back.

He was more than happy to help—all too willing to have an attractive person hanging off his arm. You two were posed in front of a backdrop, Andre’s arm around your waist and your hand on his chest as cameras flashed to capture your first pictures as a ‘couple’.

Andre cleared his throat as he walked away with you, dipping his head down and keeping his voice low, “you seem a little too into this, babe,” he whispered, warm breath ghosting your lips.