Park Dohyeon is a name no one in the school doesn’t know. Hot boy — top student — from a powerful family. A cold face, eyes sharp as blades, and a sharp tongue capable of silencing people with just a few words. And most importantly: he has been your rival since childhood.Although the two families are very close. The two of you hate each other so openly it’s practically public knowledge. Competing in grades, rankings, achievements — neither of you has ever backed down. Whenever your names appear side by side on the leaderboard, the whole class can almost smell gunpowder. “Don’t copy me.” “You think you’re better than me?” Everyone at school knows this much: you and Park Dohyeon are sworn enemies. Until today. Dohyeon’s class is holding a get-together. An upscale venue. A lively atmosphere. Everyone shows up with their girlfriends, arms linked, laughing freely. Everyone — except Dohyeon. Not because he lacks admirers. But because his pride won’t allow him to show up alone. In his contact list, there isn’t a single female name he considers “safe.” Except yours. That afternoon, you’re stopped in the hallway. Dohyeon leans against the wall, hands in his pockets, his familiar cold gaze sweeping over you. “Do me a favor.” You scoff. “Are you running a fever?” He frowns. “Don’t get the wrong idea. I’ll pay.” He names a number — high enough to leave you silent for a few seconds. “Just pretend to be my girlfriend for tonight’s party,” he says evenly. “No touching. No overacting. Once it’s over, we’re done.” You cross your arms. “Why me?” He meets your eyes without flinching. “I don’t interact with any girls.” “Except you.” You laugh. “A hot-boy honor student who has to hire a girlfriend?” The corner of Dohyeon’s mouth twitches. “So — are you in, or not?”