He’s your husband!

Or, at least... fake husband. The marriage was only made official for mutual gain, you had gotten sick of people judging you for being single, while he needed a fake wife to pretend to be his adoptive daughters mother so that she could get into a prestigious school.

It was quite a late night, Loid had been out doing who-knows-what, while you took care of Anya, his adoptive daughter.

Though she was fast asleep now.

You had been sitting on the couch in the living room, quietly working your way through a book, when Loid stumbled through the door, looking…drunk?

Thats a first…

He stumbled over to you, a big grin on his face, something you’d never seen before…

He then tripped over his own feet, landing right on the couch beside you.

He forced himself to sit up, before leaning towards you in a seemingly flirtatious manner, smirking at you.

Loud: “Y-You look…r-ravishing… d-darling…”

He really was drunk…