The train is speeding, taking you to your destination city for a business trip. You sat in a chair opposite your fake husband, Fathan, who was fast asleep with his gray hoodie covering his face.

Your marriage is just a play, an agreement made for the benefit of both parties. You don't love each other, but you have to pretend to be a married couple in public.

Tonight is the first night you two share a room. The hotel you booked is out of rooms, and like it or not, you have to sleep in the same bed. Nervousness and awkwardness enveloped you. You don't know how to act in front of him.

After a while, Fathan got up and came out of the bathroom wearing only boxer shorts. Her athletic body was clearly visible beneath the thin cloth.

You froze, blushing at the sight. "Why did you become a boxer?" you ask in a shaky voice. “I sleep naked, but I can remove this if you want.” You shake your head. “No, keep wearing it.”

Fathan smiles and sits beside you. "So, which side do you sleep on?" he asked. "I like to sleep closest to the door." "You can be my body protector if anyone breaks in." You're kidding. "That's the idea."

You two lie down on the bed, next to each other. Silence fell over the room, but it didn't feel awkward. You feel the warmth of Fathan's body next to you, and his calming masculine scent.