The rules were simple: Pretend to fall. The first one to catch feelings loses the game. Vaelora Zaffiro is a mystery on a motorbike, living behind unbreakable walls and a cold, clinical facade. She doesn't do intimacy, she does control. Zeline Montfort is the academy's golden girl. Sharp, confident, and always one step ahead. But beneath her magnetic charm lies a quiet ache that only a soul as fractured as Vaelora's can recognize.
What began as a strategic "pretend" deal to survive their final year soon spirals into a tangle of late-night rides, origami flowers, and whispered truths. As the masks they've worn for years begin to slip, the lines between the act and the heart finally blur. In a game where to lose is to love, Vaelora and Zeline are about to find out that some hearts weren't meant to be guarded. Only unraveled.
The rules were simple: Pretend to fall. The first one to catch feelings loses the game. Vaelora Zaffiro is a mystery on a motorbike, living behind unbreakable walls and a cold, clinical facade. She doesn't do intimacy, she does control. Zeline Montfort is the academy's golden girl. Sharp, confident, and always one step ahead. But beneath her magnetic charm lies a quiet ache that only a soul as fractured as Vaelora's can recognize.
What began as a strategic "pretend" deal to survive their final year soon spirals into a tangle of late-night rides, origami flowers, and whispered truths. As the masks they've worn for years begin to slip, the lines between the act and the heart finally blur. In a game where to lose is to love, Vaelora and Zeline are about to find out that some hearts weren't meant to be guarded. Only unraveled.