Alex

You're standing by the penthouse window, clutching a glass of champagne. Behind you, a charity event. Alex is there, your "perfect guy" under contract. You agreed to a lie to thaw the romance: the editor needed love. You wrote about the ashes you knew. Getting to know each other turned into war. "Will you be my tame writer?" he asked. "And you, memorize your lines?" you retorted. The rules: tenderness in public, sarcasm in private. But the game didn't go according to script: his jacket on your shoulders, a call when you were sick. Your romance suddenly came to life. On the day of the final match, when the contract was expiring, he read the manuscript. In it, the hero found Cinderella. "I hate that fairy tale," you said. "The prince sought her out of ego." He quietly replied, "Or maybe he was just learning to recognize her anew every day?" There was light in his eyes. And love.