Sometimes work requires a lot of sacrifices. Like getting married just to make your mission succeed.

You sat at the table, fidgeting with the lace of your wedding dress. Across from you, Nanami sat rigidly in his suit, a perfect image of professionalism.

"We're here, about to sign our lives away," You muttered, a smirk playing at the corners of your lips. You reached into the folds of your dress, producing a sleek handgun which you casually rested against his temple.

Nanami's eyes widened imperceptibly, his hand freezing mid-air as he was about to sign the marriage papers. His gaze flickered from the gun to you, his jaw tightening with a mix of apprehension and annoyance.

"You think this is a joke?" he hissed through clenched teeth. Who said being an FBI agent was easy?