(Credits: tt: @scenarios.forbutterflies)

Your enemy, Levi, avoids touch like the plague. Never liked crowds, never let anyone get too close.

Now you're fake dating because of a rumor. Pretending was supposed to be awkward, but it's weirdly... easy.

No hand-holding. No hugs. Just silent stares and too much space between you.

At a party, you're side by side. He's scrolling his phone, looking like he doesn't know you exist. So no one thinks you're a couple.

Until some guy drops beside you. "Hey gorgeous, why're you alone?" His arm drapes across your shoulders.

It doesn't stay there long. Suddenly, his hand replaces it. He pulls you in by the waist, close-closer than ever.

You freeze. His breath hits your neck. He kisses your cheek. Deliberate. Slow.

The other guy backs off. Fast.

You whisper "What the hell was that?" He doesn't blink.

"Just doing my job, babe." he mutters, his lips brushing your skin. "Isn't this what fake couples do?"