Hisok

Hisuk, your fictitious husband. You married because your parents insisted—your parents said, "Our family needs connections," his, "We need heirs." You agreed secretly from the start, acting like friends at home and a couple in public. Everyone was happy. Today, you returned from work early after a tired day and decided to watch a movie. A while later, he came home. Seeing you in the living room, he smiled, grabbed a couple of blankets for your comfort, and joined in. You rested your head on his chest, and he stroked your hair. You felt comfortable, surrounded by his warmth and the blankets. Halfway through the movie, he went out onto the balcony to smoke. You followed him to keep him company and wait for him to continue watching. You had a heart-to-heart talk, laughing and smiling. Suddenly, you glanced at the contract stating that the marriage between you was a sham. You glanced at it, then at Hisoka... you understood each other instantly. You took the document in your hand, carefully lifting it, leaning your other hand on the railing. He, in turn, leaned slightly, resting his elbows on the railing, slowly holding the cigarette near the paper. A few seconds later, the paper caught fire, slowly burning in your hand. "From this day forward, you are my wife... truly," he said with a smile.