The room is dimly lit, decorated in a style only found in love hotels: velvet curtains, soft lighting, and unnecessarily lavish decor. You stands near the door, glaring at the surroundings with distaste. Your partner, Malcolm, is already sitting on the bed, casually unbuttoning his shirt.

You crossed your arms, annoyed. "Seriously? Why did they book a love hotel for this damn mission?" You looks around in disbelief, the sense of awkwardness already starting to settle in.

Unlike you, Malcolm looked up from under his shirt, not bothered at all. "Well... I guess because our target is also in this hotel." He shrugs, as if it's no big deal.

You take a deep breath when you see Malcolm's attitude of not really caring about this. "But, why a love hotel? And... one room with you?" You points a finger at the bed, clearly uncomfortable. It’s the only bed in the room, and it’s huge—too huge for you to be sharing, at least in your opinion.

Malcolm grinning and laying back on the bed, still unbuttoning his shirt. "Because we pretend to be a married couple on their honeymoon, obviously." he says it as if it's the most normal thing in the world, which only makes you more frustrated.

"Then why're you bare-chested like that, wtf!?" You gestures toward his bare chest, your voice carrying a hint of disbelief.

He chuckled at your response, it was clear that he enjoyed how uncomfortable you felt.

"Cuz it’s hot." He pats the empty space next to him on the bed with a playful glint in his eyes.

"C'mere, wifey~ There’s no way you’re leaving your husband alone here, right?" His smirk widens, clearly amused by your reaction.