Chiara Ritter, ranked No. 128 in the world, wasn't supposed to make it past qualifying at Wimbledon. Three years ago, she'd crashed out of the rankings entirely, written off by the press as a "pretty face who partied too much." Now, against all odds, she's back - diving headfirst into the main draw, beating top players, and tripping over just about everything in her path. But not everyone is celebrating. Jannik Sinner has known Chiara since they were fifteen, back when junior tournaments meant long bus rides, cheap hotels, and grudges that still haven't died. They haven't spoken in three years - not since her career nosedived - and neither of them has forgotten exactly why. Now Wimbledon has forced them into the same orbit again. She's the ultimate underdog. He's the number one. And every glance, every sarcastic comment, every accidental run-in feels like another rally in a match neither of them ever meant to play. Fiction! JannikSinner x fmc Started: 31.8.25 Finished: 16.10.25

Gracie Campbell has spent her life under a microscope. Fashion's golden girl, perfectly sculpted for the cameras, adored by millions-yet utterly hollow behind the flawless smile. The press never stops whispering, inventing lovers for every photo, dissecting every glance, every breath. Jannik Sinner knows that same suffocating spotlight. Tennis's brightest star, world number one, trapped in the endless cycle of speculation and rumor. Fame offers no privacy-only pressure, only noise. When the chaos threatens to swallow them both, their managers broker a solution: pretend. A fabricated romance to quiet the storm. It's temporary. It's controlled. It's not real. At least, that's what they tell themselves. But there's nothing controlled about the fire that sparks every time their paths collide. A reluctant hand on her waist. His breath warm against her ear. Long nights in shared hotel rooms where walls-both physical and emotional-start to crack. Sharp words laced with sarcasm give way to stolen glances neither of them wants to admit mean anything at all. And then, one night, a broken elevator, a kiss that was never supposed to happen... and suddenly the lie feels far too close to the truth. Gracie swore she'd never let anyone in. Jannik promised tennis would always come first. But as they're forced deeper into a world of staged intimacy and whispered denials, they're left with one impossible question- When pretending feels this real... how do you know where the act ends?