Fake Love -

Elias had spent his life making people believe in things that weren't there. Now, for the first time, he had something real, and he had no idea how to build a house that wasn't made of glass.

"The contract ends tomorrow," he said, his voice barely audible. "I know," Clara replied.

Then came Clara. She didn’t want a fiancé or a date to a gala. She wanted a "Great Lost Love." Fake Love

Focus on the and what he actually suspected. Create a backstory for how Elias started his agency.

"Is it?" she asked, turning to him. "Because for a second in there, when you told him about the first time we 'met,' I forgot I’d paid you. I forgot Julian wasn't real." Elias had spent his life making people believe

"My grandfather is fading," Clara told him in his dimly lit office. "He’s a romantic, the kind of man who believes everyone has one soulmate. He thinks I’m alone because I’m broken. I need him to believe I had a legendary love—one that ended tragically so he knows I can love, but that I’m just... honoring a ghost."

Elias took the job. He became "Julian," the mysterious poet she had met in Paris. They spent weeks crafting the lore. He wrote fake letters with coffee-stained edges. They took grainy, blurred photos in the park that looked like candid snapshots from a lost summer. He learned her favorite flowers, the way she took her tea, and the exact pitch of her laugh so he could mention it in "interviews" with her suspicious cousins. "I know," Clara replied

"It’s just a job," Elias replied, though his heart was hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird.