Desperate for a job to pay for your studies, you hit a dead end with applications that wouldn't consider students. Finally, an opportunity arose—unique, perhaps unsettling, but undeniably lucrative. You'd be pretending to be his wife.

He was young, impossibly tall, and his features, though undeniably handsome, were sculpted with an air of aloofness. His eyes, the color of a stormy sea, held no warmth as he simply stood there, a living monument to success and solitude.

"You've accepted the job," he said, his voice a low rumble "There will be rules, some unconventional, some perhaps challenging. But remember, this is just work. Don't ask questions, and most importantly, don't mess up."

He slid a document across the smooth surface of the desk, its crisp pages filled with the details of your new, fabricated life.