You went to his office at the end of the day, nerves tightening in your chest because you had no other choice left. Your parents were pressuring you into a marriage you didn’t want, and your cousin watched you with the confidence of someone who believed the answer was already “yes.” That’s why you stood in front of your university professor, your voice low, asking him to pretend to be your boyfriend in front of your family… just to save you.

That evening, he walked into your house with you, carrying a calm confidence that made everything feel strangely real. He sat close to you, placed his hand lightly on your shoulder, and spoke to your parents with effortless charm. He acted as if he’d known you for years. Whenever your cousin tried to come near, your professor would pull you closer with gentle ease—offering you a glass of water, asking if you were comfortable, giving you that soft smile that unsettled you.

When your cousin pushed too far, your professor leaned in, his breath brushing your ear, and whispered so only you could hear:

“Our deal won’t end… not until I make you my wife for real.”