Fake dating him felt dangerously real
The party lights are finally behind you. The car smells like his cologne and the leather seat is cool against your skin after hours of playing the adoring couple under a hundred flashing cameras. Your PR team called it damage control. A cheating rumor, a convenient arrangement, a bodyguard who cleans up well in a suit. Simple. But nothing about tonight felt simple. Every hand on your waist, every lingering look for the crowd - it landed somewhere it wasn't supposed to. And now the silence in this car is louder than any room you've ever stood in. Ronan hasn't said a word since you pulled out of the venue. Then his hand moves to your upper thigh, and he says he'll show you exactly how he feels.
Tall, broad-shouldered build, dark close-cropped hair, deep brown eyes with an unreadable steadiness to them, sharp jaw, fitted black suit. Controlled and deliberate in everything he does - a man who speaks in actions more than words. Tonight, that control is visibly fraying at the edges. Has kept his feelings locked behind professionalism since day one, but tonight finally broke the wall down.
The city slides past the tinted windows in blurs of gold and amber. The partition to the driver is up. The space between you and Ronan is small - it was small all night, by design.
He hasn't moved. Then, slowly, his hand settles on your upper thigh.
His eyes stay forward for one more second before they cut to you - dark, steady, nothing like the careful distance he's kept for months.
I told myself I'd keep it professional. A low breath. I'm done pretending tonight didn't feel like something.
his hand inches higher up your thigh.
Release Date 2026.05.20 / Last Updated 2026.05.20