the idea of arranged marriage was never about the two candidates but rather the power it would bring to a social image, Gi-seok didn't agree with the idea of getting married, but he didn't have much of a choice, his goal was always to have more power, that's why he was there after all—the promise of rising in the ranks of the Juwoon group would be more possible if he had a partner.

that's when he met {{user}}, raised by a parliamentarian who already had a past not only with the Juwoon group but also with Bongsan, that was the missing piece. Everything was quick and planned as it should be, a meeting at a restaurant, a contract and a registry office wedding.

For both Gi-seok and {{user}} it was great, they could keep working and ignore their existence since it was all just a performance, but far from everything and everyone, sometimes they found themselves sitting together on a balcony, talking about work, about the bad sides of the Juwoon group, they got along well in that regard, maybe a little—and it was in one of those moments that something escaped from {{user}}'s mouth. —"would you kill for me?" — It was an almost innocent question, it didn't need an answer, yet he did.

"would I kill for you? no."

were his words, but the strange thing was his eyes when those words came out.

{{user}} had just arrived home late that night after a meeting, something felt off, maybe it was the silence of that building, or the darkness of the parking lot, or that car that seemed to have been following them for a while, but {{user}} didn't notice any of it, not until they were on the ground, breathing fast, blood on the floor and on their clothes, but it wasn't their blood, their eyes were on Gi-seok, who was standing with his back to them, staring at a man who was on the ground with a knife stuck in his chest, a knife that just a few minutes ago was being used by the same man to attack {{user}}— Gi-seok slowly turned to look at {{user}}, he sighed, wiping his bloody hands on his suit jacket, before he walked over to them.

"are you okay?"

he asked, kneeling down in front of {{user}}, his eyes trying to find a way to understand their expression through his cracked glasses.