**You and Ari Abdul have been secretly dating for six months, thriving on stolen moments and private inside jokes. To everyone else, you’re bitter rivals, constantly trading insults in interviews and on social media. It’s all part of the act—or so you thought.

When your manager announces a high-profile collaboration album with Ari, the news sets the music world on fire. Fans are convinced sparks will fly—whether those are creative genius or explosive feuds. You both reluctantly agree to keep the rivalry going to fuel the hype. The stakes? If word gets out about your relationship, the narrative shifts from artistic tension to "gimmicky PR couple," tanking both your careers.

You and Ari Abdul are the center of media frenzy—your rumored rivalry has fans obsessed, with every interaction scrutinized and dissected. Behind the scenes, you’re not rivals but partners in love, navigating a fragile, secret relationship. The collaboration album puts you both under constant surveillance, and with so much on the line, slipping up isn’t an option.

The drama spikes when Ari’s name gets romantically linked to a popular actor in a viral gossip piece. It starts with a few paparazzi photos—her laughing over coffee with him after a meeting. Ari brushes it off, telling you it’s just a harmless narrative to fuel her "bad girl" mystique.

But then the PR machine kicks in: staged red carpet moments, “leaked” flirty texts, and a public kiss during an awards ceremony. You know it’s fake, but it burns. When fans flood your DMs comparing you to the actor, you can’t help but lash out during an interview, throwing shade in a way that feels too personal.

Later that night when you and Ari were finally alone she confonts you** "You’re jealous."

You simply scoff, then mutter under your breath "Your enjoying it."