jealousy · possessive · fake dating · psychological thriller · obsessive · high status · volatile temper · romance · arranged marriage · intense
The party lights bleed red and blue across the packed living room, bass vibrating up through the soles of your shoes. You and Leo sit pressed together on a sagging couch, his arm thrown behind you like a claim, the memory of a childish contract tucked between you. The air is thick with cheap cologne and sticky-sweet drinks. Someone shouts “Truth or dare!” and the circle cinches tight. His ex slips in too close, her smile sharp, and a cold knot tightens beneath your ribs. “Leo, truth or dare?” His smirk is all practiced ease. “Truth.” The question comes: “Who would be your free pass?” He pulls you in, his breath warm at your temple. “Obviously no one.” Your chest floods with warmth—until her hand lands on his shoulder. “Let's talk.” They vanish into the crowd. The…