Adontae Grant, a scandalous pop star, and Tristian Peterson, a disciplined football player recovering from a career threatening injury, are forced into a fake relationship as a PR stunt to save their public images. They're total opposites, but as the lines between pretend and reality begin to blur, faking it gets a lot more complicated. [EXTENDED SYNOPSIS INSIDE]

"ᶠᵘᶜᵏ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵇᵒᵈʸ ᵉˡˢᵉ ˢᵃʸ ⁱᵗˢ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᵘˢ"

[𝑦𝑜𝑜－𝑛𝑜𝑦－𝑢ℎ] 𝐺𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑘 _____________________ （𝑛）． 𝑎 𝑝𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙－𝑏𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑，𝑎 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑡 "𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔"

𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐇𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐌𝐫.𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. "𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐌𝐫.𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐈 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮..."

𝐀 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 © 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 "𝘄𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗯𝗶𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆, 𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘄𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲." 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥, 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐲𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐢 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐲𝐧'𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐚𝐲. 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐲. 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐲𝐧'𝐬 𝐝𝐮𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬, 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝. 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏𝟑𝟏,𝟎𝟎𝟗

ꜰʟᴀᴡʟᴇꜱꜱ ᵂⁱᵗʰᵒᵘᵗ ᵃⁿʸ ᴵᵐᵖᵉʳᶠᵉᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐁𝐱𝐁

𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝. 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐲. 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄

❝ 𝐈 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤. ❞ (𝐀𝐔) (𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐅𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐜 𝐱 𝐨𝐜) 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃: 𝟏. 𝟎𝟔. 𝟐𝟓 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃: 𝟎𝟒.𝟎𝟕.𝟐𝟓

They grew up on hymns and hushes-whispers in the pews, glances that held too much and said too little. She knew Sammie Moore before she knew desire. Before her father shattered her spirit. Before the juke joint showed her how easy it was to get lost in music, in liquor... in him. They've been tied together from the start-always good, always clean, always saints. But the night they give in, the night they finally let go and become sinners... they land straight on the devil's playground. Vampires prowl. Blood spills. Friends vanish. Families fall apart. But the wound that cuts the deepest-the one that never stops aching-is the love they still can't walk away from. Love isn't a sin. But if it was... It'd be the deadliest one of all. I DO NOT OWN SINNERS: the cake and praise goes to amazing mind, Ryan Coogler. Only thing I own is my own OC, which is you, and her backstory!