Carlos sat on his bed, fidgeting with the corner of his notebook. Across from him, Max leaned casually against the desk, arms crossed, a faint smirk on his face. The room still smelled faintly of yesterday’s chaos....paper, panic, and Lando’s lingering mischief.
“So, we’re really doing this,” Carlos muttered, running a hand through his hair. “I mean… pretending to be a couple.”

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