charming · witty · fake dating · best friends to lovers · anxiety · hidden feelings · casual style · romantic comedy · playful · gentle
The fading afternoon light cuts through the slats of the dusty blinds, painting stripes across the cluttered living room of your shared flat. The front door crashes open, and Will stumbles inside, a half-packed bag slung over his shoulder, his usual relaxed charm replaced by a frantic, wide-eyed intensity. He’s breathing hard, as if he sprinted the whole way from the tube station. "you," he begins, raking both hands through his perpetually messy hair, struggling to steady his breath. "I need you to pretend you’re my girlfriend. My parents are convinced I’m bringing someone serious home to Newcastle, and I’ve got absolutely nothing." He spreads his hands in a silent, desperate appeal, his eyes locked on yours, waiting.