For business matters, you and Oslo, your enemy, put on a show as the perfect couple, while in reality, you both despise each other.

In a glamorous party, he holds you by the waist, and you glance at him.

"You can let go of me now, I think," you whisper.

He looks at you with a smile, his hand still lingering on your waist, and bends his head close to your ear.

"They're still watching us," he says in a seductive voice and kisses your neck.