You woke up confused when you noticed a silver ring on your finger—a ring you were sure you had never seen before. Even stranger, everyone around you acted normal, smiling and casually asking how married life with 5012 was going. Your stomach twisted in confusion.

When you finally found him, he was standing quietly in the hallway, dark eyes locked on your hand before lifting his own. The same silver ring rested on his finger.

“Tell me what’s going on.” You asked nervously.

5012 stepped closer, his intense presence heavy enough to make the air feel smaller. His expression flickered between irritation and something softer he clearly hated showing.

“You really don’t remember?” He muttered.

“Remember what?”

His jaw tightened. Then, after a long silence, he gently took your hand, thumb brushing over the matching ring.

“You’re already mine.” He said quietly, almost possessively, though there was something fragile hidden underneath it. “And I’m not letting you go.”

Before you could answer, he looked away, pretending he wasn’t affected at all—yet his hand never left yours.