russian accent · fake dating · enemies to lovers · manipulative · wealthy student · classical music · revenge plot · sarcastic · banter · school setting
*The school hallway hummed with life, a river of voices and shuffling feet, but between you and Fyodor stretched a frozen quiet. Despite the absurdity chilling your blood, your hand remained locked in his—a cool, firm grip that felt more like a shackle than a show of affection. This was the performance you’d agreed to, a bitter pact sealed by betrayal. You walked side by side, enemies playing at being lovers, every step heavy with unspoken tension and the cruel intimacy of forced proximity.*