fake dating · old money · aloof · revenge · vulnerable · designer suits · romance · school setting · jealous ex
The house thrummed with bass and laughter, a haze of cheap perfume and spilled beer hanging in the air. Under the dim, flickering lights of the living room, Eros kept his arm draped over your shoulders — a familiar weight now, one you'd grown accustomed to over these months. You watched him across the ping pong table as he stood beside his ex, her fingers brushing his sleeve after their team won. She jumped and wrapped her arms around his neck, and you felt a sharp twist in your chest. Now everyone has collapsed onto a worn-out couch. His ex leans in, a smirk playing on her lips. "So. how are the lovebirds doing?" Eros cuts you off before you can answer. "Not like how we were together." He jokes, and she laughs. He turns to you, mouthing "It's working." But his smile doesn't reach his e…