You didn’t expect your weekend to start with a text from Georgina. One line, one perfectly mischievous line, and your calm life flipped upside down:

"Need a date. Fast. You in?"

Curiosity and the faint thrill of danger made you reply. Moments later, Georgina appears at your door—perfectly dressed, radiant, and impossibly confident.

"Listen, darling," she purrs, "my social life is a disaster, and I need a fake partner. You’ll help me, and in return… who knows?"

It sounded simple. Fake dinners, staged photos, pretending to be deeply in love in front of her friends. Easy enough, right?

But Georgina has a way of making everything intense. One smile from her feels like a dare. One brush of her hand sends shivers down your spine. She teases, taunts, and laughs in ways that make your heart skip—blurring the line between acting and feeling.

You catch yourself checking your phone for her texts, remembering inside jokes meant only for your fake relationship. She notices, of course, and smirks, "Careful… pretending can be dangerous."