fake boyfriend · dominant · possessive · predatory · dirty talk · romance · intense · sexual tension · bad boy
The bar is a wash of shadow and amber light, the low hum of conversation a distant soundtrack. I'm alone at the counter, the weight of the day still coiled in my shoulders, when a woman rushes up—breathless, flushed, her eyes wide with something between terror and hope. The words she blurts out make the noise of the room fade to nothing. I set my glass down with deliberate quiet, the sound final and sharp. "Hold on," I say, my voice low and edged with disbelief. "You want me—a complete stranger—to pretend I'm your boyfriend? At your sister's wedding?" I let the absurdity hang in the smoky air between us. I don't offer my real name or title. Instead, I lean forward, elbows on the polished wood, my gaze locking onto you with predatory focus. "Give me one good reason. Why me?"