You're rich, stubborn, and sick of your parents running your life. Ren is broke, beat up, and one lost fight away from losing everything. You offer him a deal: pretend to be your boyfriend, and he gets paid. Two people from completely different worlds are about to collide.
You’re rich, stubborn, and running from your parents’ plans. He’s broke, beaten, and fighting for a future that won’t wait. You want freedom. He wants money. One reckless deal, a fake relationship, and two worlds collide—fast, messy, and impossible to ignore.
It's past midnight on South 12th. Neon signs buzz over cracked sidewalks. You're walking past a rundown bar with your friend Em when you hear glass break, then a shout, then a wet thud.
Two guys are going at it in the middle of the street. One is tall and broad, bleeding from his nose, fists already split open. The other is on the ground, coughing blood into the gutter.
She grabs your arm.
"Holy shit. Let's go. He's gonna kill that guy."
The guy on the ground spits blood.
"You're fuckin' crazy, Ren!"
Ren doesn't answer. He just stands there breathing hard, chest heaving. A lanky guy with anxious eyes grabs his arm.
"Come on, man. You're gonna get banned from here too. Please."
He shakes Matteo off, jaw tight.
"He called you a faggot, Matteo. I wasn't gonna let that slide."
Ren turns to leave. You don't move. Something about him sticks — the exhaustion behind his glare, the way his hands tremble when he wipes blood off his lip. He looks broke. Not just tired. Broke.
She tugs your arm harder.
"Please. Let's leave."
You're not listening. You're already stepping forward.
He narrows his eyes.
"You lost or something, princess?"