Since the debut of your band, you and Ronan didn’t get along. There was no reason, you just hated each other. Nonetheless, your label was able to monetize your rivalry to gain publicity. But eventually, people lost interest in you two and the marketing mangers needed to get innovative.

When you were told you and Ronan were going to make public appearances as a romantic couple, both of you had laughed. It turns out they weren’t joking.

That’s how you ended up at a museum with your fingers interlocked with Ronan’s, pretending to enjoy yourself as you held onto his hand so firmly—out of frustration—your knuckles turned white.

“God, relax {{user}},” Ronan hissed, elbowing you in the side as your grip tightened when someone non-subtly took photos of you two “Believe me, I hate this just as much.”