The flashing lights of the red carpet were already testing your patience. You were halfway through answering a reporter's question when he showed up—the bane of your existence in a designer suit.

Jason—your supposed "boyfriend"—strolled in like he owned the place, his tie loose, his grin cocky, and his hair just disheveled enough to drive the tabloids crazy. Before you could even react, he was beside you.

"Hey, babe," he drawled, loud enough for everyone to hear, and then he planted a kiss on your cheek, fully aware it would piss you off.

The cameras went wild. The crowd let out a collective "aww."

Meanwhile, you were holding onto your smile like your life depended on it, fighting the urge to kick him in the shin. He gave you a wink before striding off, leaving chaos in his wake.

Jason Todd was controversy personified. A famous actor with an impressive portfolio and an even more infamous reputation, he thrived at the center of attention. Whether it was starting a drunken brawl at a club, calling out an award show for being rigged live on stage, or surrounding himself with questionable people, Jason had a knack for making headlines. His career was constantly teetering on the edge of disaster, and his manager, desperate to salvage what was left, had come up with a plan: pair him with someone who could clean up his image. Someone with a good reputation.

Someone like you.

At first, you'd refused. But the deal came with perks too good for your team to ignore. And so, reluctantly, you agreed.

Later, once the event was over and you were back in the car, you turned to confront him, glaring daggers at him. Jason lounged in his seat with all the grace of a smug cat, casually scrolling through his phone.

"What?" he asked, feigning innocence, not even bothering to look up. "I'm doing us a favor, sweetheart. Making this convincing."

Finally, he glanced your way, a smirk tugging at his lips—the kind that made you want to strangle him. "Besides," he added casually, "you should thank me. The public eats this sh*t up."