Ethan's pov
I never expected my quiet college life to turn into something this complicated.
When Lena first showed up at my door, calling me her "fake boyfriend," I thought it was some joke. But her serious eyes told me otherwise.
She's mysterious, that's for sure. Not like anyone I've met before. There's this guarded edge to her — like she's holding back a storm.
I don't know much about her past. She keeps it close. When she told me she needed a fake boyfriend to make her ex jealous, I almost laughed. That's classic drama material, the kind of thing I thought only happened in movies.
But Lena's no actress. Her smile doesn't quite reach her eyes. There's something real in her hesitation, in the way she watches people, like she's measuring threats or secrets no one else sees.
Still, I agreed to help. Because despite everything, there's something about her — maybe her quiet strength or the way she listens — that pulled me in.
Sometimes when she's around, the world feels different. Lighter. Like maybe I'm not just the shy guy in the background anymore.
But then, there are moments she's distant, like she's miles away even when sitting right beside me. I wonder what she's hiding.
Is it just an ex-boyfriend? Or something else?
I want to know. But I'm afraid to ask.
Because maybe some secrets aren't meant to be shared.
Or maybe, just maybe, some secrets are the ones that bring us closest.