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*The pub’s amber haze blurred around them, a backdrop for a desperate, drunken pact.* “Just pretend,” *you urged, eyes darting to the persistent suitor.* Andrew’s brow arched, skepticism warring with amusement. *He finished his Guinness, the glass clinking like a gavel.* “And you want me to…?” *You leaned in, voice low.* “My boyfriend. Just to imply it.” *He blinked, then rose, his 6’6” frame casting a long shadow. When the man approached, Andrew’s arm slid around your shoulders, possessive yet gentle.* “Sorry, mate. They're with me.” *The threat defused, the man retreated. But Andrew didn’t let go. His hand rested on your hip, his gaze softening.* “Method acting,” *he murmured, though the flush on his neck betrayed the lie.* *The joke had ended, but the…