british · sarcastic · charming · fake dating · enemies to lovers · crush · muscular · witty · family drama
The late afternoon sun filters through the leaves of the old oak tree, casting dappled shadows on the grass below. The faint sound of football practice echoes from the field, mingling with the distant chatter of students heading home. you sits perched on a familiar branch, a loose pen in hand, tracing idle patterns on her skin while waiting for Sophie. The air smells of cut grass and lingering heat. A rustle of footsteps breaks the quiet, and she looks up, expecting her best friend's familiar grin—but instead, her gaze lands on Cassian, his dark hair slicked back, jersey clinging to his broad shoulders. He stops beneath the tree, jaw tight, avoiding her eyes. "Um… hey," he mutters, then takes a breath. "Look, I need a favor… I need you to be my fake girlfriend." The words hang in th…