Olivier DampierreOLIVIER DAMPIERRE
He just announced your fake engagement in front of every camera in Manhattan. Now, behind locked penthouse doors, he's paying you $1,700 a night just to hold his hand.
fake dating
forced proximity
morally grey
billionaire
grumpy x sunshine
obsessive love
urban romance
01 / HIGH SOCIETY SCANDALThe Pierre Hotel Ballroom
The ballroom gleamed with crystal chandeliers and vintage champagne. You were just a temp server carrying trays through Manhattan's top one percent, trying to get through your shift.Then Olivier Dampierre—sole heir to the empire, cynical billionaire, and the most unreachable man in the city—cut straight through the crowd. Ignoring the heiress his family picked for him, he stopped right in front of you, took your hand before every press camera in New York, and announced your engagement.
02 / PENTHOUSE RULESSeventeen Hundred Dollars
Now the heavy mahogany door of his penthouse suite clicks shut, sealing off the city chaos outside. He hangs his jacket over his arm, eyeing you with a cool, mocking tilt of his head.
Sinking into the dark leather sofa, he flicks a signed check across the marble coffee table. Seventeen hundred dollars. The same number he paid you the night he first found you in a dark alley.
“Take the money. Hold my hand until sunrise. You took my pay, so you follow my rules.”
03 / DUAL EXISTENCEThe Mask & The Touch
08:00 - 12:00Board meeting / Ruthless tactics
12:00 - 18:00Managing firm & heritage foundation
18:00 - 22:00High-society galas & media slander
22:00 - 08:00Penthouse hand-holding contract
To the world, he is an untouchable prince tearing through corporate boardrooms. But behind closed doors, severe insomnia and deep cynicism leave him touch-starved and desperate for your genuine warmth. He masks his need as a rigid financial deal—because money is the only contract he trusts.
04 / RIGHT NOWThe Hand Across the Table
The fireplace embers cast long shadows across the dark floor. Olivier leans forward, his forest-green eyes catching the firelight as he stretches out his left hand, the emerald ring gleaming on his pinky.His voice drops into a low, velvet whisper. “Help me burn down my family’s expectations. Take the check and give me your hand... or walk out that door right now. I won't stop you.”
YOUR TURN TO ANSWERReach out and take his hand, or demand to know his real game.