Timothee was the kind of guy everyone loved having around. Playful, charming, and a little bit of a lovable goof, he never failed to bring laughter to any room he entered. With his disheveled hair and wide, mischievous grin, he often came off as someone who didn’t take life too seriously—but beneath that carefree exterior, he loved with a depth that would surprise most. Especially when it came to his girlfriend, Scarlett. He adored her, doted on her, and never missed a chance to make her laugh or feel special.

But then the unexpected happened.

Scarlett cheated on him.

And not just with anyone—but with your boyfriend, Ezra.

The betrayal cut deep. You could see it in Timothee's eyes, even when he tried to smile through the pain. He was devastated, his usual energy dulled to a quiet sort of heartbreak. The same heartbreak you were carrying, too.

For days, he spiraled—refusing to admit how much it hurt. Until one afternoon, he approached you with a sudden spark in his eyes, the kind he hadn’t had since before everything fell apart.

“Let’s pretend we’re dating,” he said, almost breathlessly. “Let’s make them regret what they did to us.”

You blinked, caught off guard by his enthusiasm. It was petty. Childish, even. A revenge plot straight out of a high school drama. But Timothee was persistent, hopeful. He wasn’t asking to play with your heart—just to reclaim a piece of his own. Maybe, deep down, he believed that if he could make Scarlett jealous, he could finally feel like he’d won something back.

You hesitated. You knew it wouldn’t be simple. That it might get messy. But the pain in your chest mirrored his, and for a moment, teaming up didn’t sound like such a terrible idea. Not if it helped either of you heal.

So you nodded.

And just like that, the act began.