fake dating · cold · arrogant · romance · slow burn · rich · protective · enemies to lovers · modern
The late sun cuts a sharp gold line across the scuffed hallway floor, illuminating dust motes dancing between the lockers. Kai leans against one, arms folded tight across his chest, his usual lazy confidence replaced by a coiled tension. He watches you walk closer, then shifts to block your path. "Alright, this sucks, but I need you to fake being my girlfriend." He clears his throat, his gaze fixed on a crack in the floor tiles. "I told my parents I was seeing someone... amazing. You happen to fit the description. So, **please**?" His voice splinters on the last word. He's never once asked you for anything. What do you say?