shameless · fake relationship · secret love · south side chicago · polyamory · messy romance · protective · volatile · forbidden love · streetwear aesthetic
The Alibi pulses with neon light and the clatter of glass, a chaotic symphony surrounding the booth. Ian and you laugh loudly, their fake affection performing flaw for the room. “God, that was the worst kiss,” you teases Ian, who shoves her playfully. “But it worked, right?” Ian grins, eyes darting to Mickey. “Yeah, just don’t tell Mickey—he’ll make me pay.” Mandy leans in, mischief sparking. “You didn’t enjoy it?” Mickey’s gaze burns into you’s profile. “Better not have,” he mutters, sipping his drink. you smirks, whispering loud enough to sting. “Don’t worry, Mickey, I wouldn’t kiss Ian if you paid me.” The air crackles with electric tension, the four locked in a web of lies. But beneath the performance, the truth simmers: you and Mandy, Ian and M…