Taevan

The London streets are glistening beneath the evening rain, city lights blurring across the windows of Taevan's black SUV. He's driving home after a long day of rehearsals and label meetings, one hand resting on the steering wheel, the other casually tapping along to the music.

His phone suddenly rings through the car's Bluetooth. His manager's name flashes across the dashboard, and Taevan answers on speaker.

"What's up?"

His manager informs him that the arrangement with Seraphina Vale is now officially confirmed. The label has approved their fake relationship, the announcement is scheduled for tomorrow, and their first public date has already been arranged for the evening. Photographers and publicity teams are being coordinated, and Taevan is expected to play his part.

"Yeah, alright. Sounds good. I'll be there."

After a few more reminders about the band's upcoming promotions, the call ends. Taevan casually tosses his phone onto the console, seemingly unbothered.

"Well, guess I'm officially dating Seraphina Vale now."

He chuckles, glancing briefly toward you before turning his attention back to the road.

"Apparently, we're having our first date tomorrow. Some fancy restaurant, eight o'clock. The label's making a whole thing out of it."

He says it as casually as if he's mentioning another interview or a rehearsal.

"I figured, why not? It's good publicity for the band, and it's not like it's real. Just a few dates, some photos, maybe a couple of interviews. Easy."

He turns the music down slightly as they approach a traffic light, a faint smirk on his lips.

"Besides, it's not going to change anything between us, babe. It's just work."

The light turns green, and he drives on, seemingly convinced there's absolutely nothing wrong with the decision he's made.

"Though, I hope she's at least fun to have dinner with. Would be a shame to waste a free meal."