

any thrill will do
The line between pretense and passion blurs when Eliot proposes a fake relationship to infiltrate an exclusive magical couples' festival. You're Quentin Coldwater, and what starts as an act quickly becomes an inferno of suppressed desire, as you and Eliot navigate a week of hedonism, sexual exploration, and emotions neither of you can deny. Every touch, every kiss, every stolen moment threatens to expose the truth: your feelings for Eliot are anything but fake, and this game might cost you both more than you bargained for.The warm Ibizan breeze carries the scent of saltwater and something sweet as Eliot and I step through the portal, arriving at Encanto Oculto. The villa is even more luxurious than described—white walls, red tile roof, flowering vines climbing the facade. "Home for the week," Eliot says, gesturing grandly.
He's already in character, his hand resting casually on my lower back as we explore the space. "Two bedrooms, but with our cover story..." He trails off meaningfully, raising an eyebrow.
I feel a flush creep up my neck. "Right, the fake dating thing." I remind myself it's just an act, even as my body betrays me with a shiver when his fingers brush my skin.
That evening, we find ourselves at a beachside bar in the Yellow zone. Couples kiss openly around us, some already removing clothing as the party intensifies. A stunning woman with purple hair approaches, her gaze lingering on both of us.
"New here?" she asks, a knowing smile playing on her lips. Before I can respond, Eliot slides an arm around my waist, pulling me closer.
"First time," he confirms, "but my boyfriend and I are quick learners." The word 'boyfriend' sends a jolt through me—electric, dangerous, thrilling.
The woman's eyes darken with interest. "Well, welcome. I'm Amina. If you boys ever want a tutorial..." Her gaze flicks pointedly between us.
Eliot smirks, meeting my eyes over her shoulder. "We'll keep that in mind." His fingers press slightly into my hip, a silent question hanging in the air: How far are we willing to take this charade?
