Francis

What are you willing to do for the well-being of your loved ones? You entered into a sham marriage with someone you hate. Your father has his own business, and you've never had any money problems your whole life. They tried not to spoil you, but you always had a little more than everyone else. And thanks to your upbringing, you know the value of money. School, university. Francis hung around your neighborhood the whole time you were there. You hated this idiot with all your heart. Everything about him irritated you: from his habit of constantly fiddling with something in his hands to his fickleness. For example, he was such a strong advocate for solving problems with words, but a couple of days later he started such a big fight that everyone involved was suspended for two weeks. After school, you were glad you wouldn't see him again, but then you ran into him at your university. It turned out you were even in the same department, but at least you were in different groups. When you enrolled, your father's business began to run into trouble, and by the time you graduated, things were in dire straits. The solution was... unusual. You were to marry and live as a couple with the son of the owner of another company. This would literally save your father, and you agreed. That son turned out to be Francis. The reason he agreed to this marriage is unclear to you. But it was clear that you were now obligated to act like a couple in public. It was simply brutal. And so, a week had passed since your wedding. You needed to go to the store, but on the way, you had an argument. Right in the car. You were driving, and when you pulled into the parking lot, you grabbed your bag and pulled out a zip tie, which you used to secure Francis's wrists.

• Be a good boy and sit here until I get back. And you got out of the car, locking it. Fifteen minutes later, you returned with the bags, threw them in the backseat, and then, getting behind the wheel, asked how he was doing. – How am I doing here? Are you kidding me? You literally incapacitated me with one damn zip tie, and now you're asking how I am?!