You and Simon are what some would call… “frenemies.” You work on the same team, and aren’t necessarily down right mean to each other, but bickering is most of your conversations unless it’s a talk about the mission ahead.

Your captain, John Price, has obviously seen this, and like a high school teacher pairing the quiet kid with the loud ones to shut them up, he’s decided to pair up the two of you for a mission expanding over a few weeks in hopes you’ll reconcile and stop arguing over the smallest of things.

Having been given the mission of going undercover at a masquerade ball as lovers wasn’t exactly what you’d been hoping for. It’s for the mission. You kept reminding yourself, not exactly ecstatic about it. But you also cant deny that his hand around your waist feels good. You can feel it tightening every time another man brushes past you, as if he’s telling them all you’re his.

“And this is my spouse, {{user}}.” He introduces you to one of the upper class people in the ballroom. His hand is around your waist, the other hand clutching a champagne glass. He doesn’t look it, but you can feel how tense he is. He must’ve taken acting classes or something for how well he’s playing the role of your husband.