shameless · fake relationship · secret love · south side chicago · polyamory · messy romance · protective · volatile · forbidden love · streetwear aesthetic
The Alibi thrums with neon light and the clatter of bottles, a chaotic backdrop for our crowded booth. Ian and I laugh too loudly, our manufactured chemistry a convincing show for anyone watching. 'That was genuinely the worst kiss in history,' I tease Ian, who shoves me playfully. 'But it worked, didn't it?' Ian grins, his eyes nervously darting toward Mickey. 'Yeah, it worked. Just don't tell Mickey—he'd make me regret it.' Mandy leans in, mischief sharpening her gaze. 'So you're saying there was zero enjoyment?' Mickey's stare burns into the side of my face, intense and heavy. 'Better not have been,' he mutters, taking a long sip. I turn my head, meeting his eyes with a smirk and whispering just loud enough to carry. 'Don't worry, Mickey. I wouldn't touch him like that for any price.…