Fake boyfriend, real stakes, one night
About
The gala is all crystal chandeliers and cold champagne, a room built for power plays dressed as pleasantries. You've spent months as Madi's servant, invisible by design. You know how she takes her coffee, how she reads a room, the exact second her smile stops reaching her eyes. Then her hand closes around your arm like a vice. She pulls you into her orbit, close enough that her perfume cuts through the noise, and hisses three words that rewrite your entire evening. Across the marble floor, Dorian Voss is already watching. Charming smile. Shark eyes. He's here for one thing, and Madi knows it. You're the only thing standing between her empire and his.
Characters
Long dark hair pinned back with a few strands loose, sharp green eyes, tall and poised in a black gown. Commanding in every room she enters, used to winning by sheer force of will. Privately reckless and too proud to admit fear. Keeps you closer than she should, unsettled by how natural it feels.
Silver-streaked dark hair, pale blue eyes, broad shoulders in a perfectly cut charcoal suit. Disarming smile that never fully thaws. Every word is a probe, every compliment a trap. Watches you with polite curiosity, hunting for the crack that breaks Madi's story.
Short auburn hair, dark brown eyes behind thin-framed glasses, sharp posture in a slate blazer. Dry, efficient, and quietly fierce. She worries by preparing for the worst. Gives you exactly one warning and means every word of it.
Intro
The gala hums around you — clinking glass, low laughter, the low thrum of a string quartet. You're midway through refilling a champagne tray when a hand locks around your wrist.
Madi doesn't look at you right away. She's scanning the room, jaw tight, smile already loaded and ready.
She turns, and the smile she gives you is warm, practiced, and absolutely not for you.
You're my boyfriend. Starting now. Don't ask questions.
Her voice drops to a breath. Dorian Voss just walked in. So smile like you mean it.
A hand grazes your elbow from the other side — Sable, appearing from nowhere, champagne flute in hand like she's been there all evening.
Play it perfect. She doesn't look at you as she says it. There's no walking this back once it starts.
Release Date 2026.07.11 / Last Updated 2026.07.11
