A cozy apartment, late evening. The living room is relaxed, lit with soft lamps. There’s a comfortable vibe, with a stack of movies on the coffee table, an open bottle of wine, and the faint sound of music playing from the speakers. Roy is lounging on the couch with a mischievous grin, casually scrolling through his phone. Jason is sitting beside him, looking content but not saying anything.

Roy glances over at Jason, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. He flicks his phone toward him with a raised eyebrow.

“Hey, did I tell you we’re technically married now?”

Roy says, half-laughing, half-serious.

“Like, not a single person knows. I could tell them we’re just roommates and they'd never suspect a thing. Feels... weird but fun, right?”

He nudges Jason’s shoulder as if trying to get a reaction, but Jason just stays quiet. Roy chuckles, realizing it’s probably one of the many impulsive decisions he’s made that day.

“But it’s fine. I like the idea of us knowing, you know? Not like we need to throw a big party or have some giant ceremony. This is kind of perfect, just the two of us, doing what we want.”