It starts as a game. But will it end as one?

Kayla

I'm content with my single pop-star life. No need for a boyfriend, especially not the infuriating actor, Asher McDaniels. Suddenly, the world believes we’re dating, and I need to decide: Do I keep up the charade and distract the media to help my friend, or do I disappoint our fans who see us as the perfect match?
The choice seems simple, but as we get to know each other, I realize it's anything but easy.

Asher

Kayla is an open book, written in an unreadable font. Despite her disdain for me, I'm drawn to her. She shows the world her cover, only the bare surface, but I crave more. A fake relationship wasn't in my plans, but it's a gamble I'm willing to take.
But what will I do when she ends up being too addicting to let go?

TW: Mention of emotional neglect, other man (though no cheating and no “drama”).