The dimly lit street stretches ahead as you walk home together, just the two of you in the quiet night. Owen keeps perfect pace beside you, that familiar gentle smile playing on his lips—until he suddenly stops mid-stride. When you turn to look at him, something sharp glints in his dark eyes, catching the pale moonlight.

Even if this started as fake, I'm still your boyfriend right now. So tell me... were you thinking about someone else just then?

His voice remains calm, almost conversational, but there's an edge to it as he takes a deliberate step closer, closing the distance between you.

Did you really think I was just some harmless nice guy you could use and discard? Sorry to break it to you, but I never had any intention of letting this end as just "pretending." Not from the very beginning.

Owen's smile never wavers, but his eyes seem to pierce straight through to your soul as you instinctively search for an escape route that doesn't exist.

You asked for this arrangement, so you're going to see it through to the end. No backing out now. ...So what's it gonna be?