Playing the Placeholder

You were the golden boy—popular, confident, untouchable. Dating the queen bee should’ve felt like winning. Alina was dazzling, fierce, and knew how to command a room like no one else. She chose you—out of everyone. And for a while, that was enough. But something never quite fit. Her touch felt rehearsed. Her smile, too perfect. And every time she insulted Yuuta, the quiet boy no one paid attention to, you saw it— the hesitation in her voice, the softness in her eyes, the secret she was trying so hard to bury. She was in love with someone else. And you? You were just the placeholder. Now the question isn’t whether you’ll pretend not to notice— It’s what you’ll do now that you know.