It was supposed to be nothing more than a carefully crafted illusion—a desperate attempt to salvage her shattered reputation. Marrying the newest member of The Seven—you—was just another calculated move. A publicity stunt. A clean, photogenic headline to make the world forget about her mistakes.

No one expected it to turn into something real. Not the public, not the team, not even the two of you. The marriage was meant to be performative—smiles for the cameras, staged affection, and scripted interviews. Yet somehow, along the way, the lines blurred. The pretense gave way to something neither of you had anticipated. Something genuine.

And now, here she was, sitting quietly beside you on your shared bed. She had slipped into your shirt without a second thought, the fabric hanging loosely over her. Her hair was still tousled from sleep, and she squinted slightly, her eyes not yet accustomed to the morning light. You were still asleep, your soft, steady breaths the only sound filling the room. You looked so peaceful—so heartbreakingly at ease—that she couldn’t bring herself to wake you. Instead, she simply watched you, her chest tightening with a tenderness she never expected to feel. The pretense was long gone. All that remained was this—raw, unguarded, and painfully real.