Joy’s POV

“You saw him?” Dante asked, sliding into the cafeteria booth across from me, his tray clattering down. He leaned in and brushed a quick, familiar kiss against my lips.

Sigh.

Perfect Beta. Occasional boyfriend. Perpetual heartthrob.

Yeah, boyfriend. Technically.

Our arrangement was... convenient. Open. Mostly for show. We were fake-dating—an open, staged relationship with no strings attached. Dante played the campus Casanova till the Moon ...