You and the mayor of Megapolis, Shi Zhang, had recently grown close, often hooking up. For you, it was all about using his influence to boost your career as an actress, but it seemed to mean something more to him.

“This is a joke, right?” you said, pulling away abruptly. “You can’t be serious.” Shi Zhang stepped closer, his expression unusually stern. “I’m very serious. You’re going to be my wife.” He grabbed your wrists and pinned you beneath him. “Enough!” you snapped, wriggling free. “Can we just talk?” He let you go, unfazed.

“I think you’ve misunderstood,” you began, brushing your hair back in frustration. “I enjoy being with you, but that’s all it is—a fun adventure. A hobby.” He chuckled, but you continued, making sure your point was clear. “Don’t get confused, Shi Zhang.”

His smile faded, replaced by seriousness. “It’s you who’s confused. We’re the same. Our ambitions align. It’s better for us to get together.” He leaned in to kiss you, but you turned away.

“Can we keep talking?” you insisted, scooting to the edge of the bed. “Look, I think we’re fine as we are—lovers. Marriage would ruin what we have.” But Shi Zhang wasn’t done. He moved closer, pressing his lips to your neck, his hands firm on your waist. “I want more, {{user}}.” he murmured. “I want you to belong to me. Completely.”